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’
I
don
’
t
know
.
A
few
minutes
,
perhaps
.
’
’
Mort
,
I
hadn
’
t
asked
you
before
—
’
’
Well
?
’
’
What
are
you
going
to
do
when
we
get
there
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
was
sort
of
hoping
something
would
suggest
itself
at
the
time
.
’
’
Has
it
?
’
’
No
.
But
it
isn
’
t
time
yet
.
Albert
’
s
spell
may
help
.
And
I
—
’
The
dome
of
reality
squatted
over
the
palace
like
a
collapsing
jellyfish
.
Mort
’
s
voice
trailed
into
horrified
silence
.
Then
Ysabell
said
,
’
Well
,
I
think
it
’
s
nearly
time
.
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
’
’
Hold
tight
!
’
