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’
You
’
re
now
a
priest
.
Name
your
own
god
.
’
Cutwell
curtsied
,
and
took
the
crown
from
Ysabell
.
’
You
’
re
all
making
fun
of
me
!
’
snapped
Keli
.
’
Sorry
,
’
said
Mort
,
wearily
.
’
It
’
s
been
rather
a
long
day
.
’
’
I
hope
I
can
do
this
right
,
’
said
Cutwell
solemnly
.
’
I
’
ve
never
crowned
anyone
before
.
’
’
I
’
ve
never
been
crowned
before
!
’
’
Good
,
’
said
Cutwell
soothingly
.
’
We
can
learn
together
.
’
He
started
to
mutter
some
impressive
words
in
a
strange
tongue
.
It
was
in
fact
a
simple
spell
for
ridding
the
clothing
of
fleas
,
but
he
thought
,
what
the
hell
.
And
then
he
thought
,
gosh
,
in
this
reality
I
’
m
the
most
powerful
wizard
there
ever
was
,
that
’
d
be
something
to
tell
my
grandch
.
.
.
He
gritted
his
teeth
.
There
’
d
be
some
rules
changed
in
this
reality
,
that
was
for
sure
.
Ysabell
sat
down
beside
Mort
and
slipped
her
hand
in
his
.
’
Well
?
’
she
said
quietly
.
This
is
the
time
.
Has
anything
suggested
itself
?
’
’
No
.
’
