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’
That
’
s
what
I
meant
,
’
said
Mort
,
swinging
himself
up
on
to
Binky
’
s
back
.
’
But
speaking
as
the
part
that
won
’
t
,
I
’
d
like
to
join
you
,
’
said
Cutwell
quickly
.
’
I
intend
to
stay
here
to
die
in
my
own
kingdom
,
’
said
Keli
.
’
What
you
intend
doesn
’
t
signify
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
’
ve
come
all
the
way
across
the
Disc
to
rescue
you
,
d
’
you
see
,
and
you
’
re
going
to
be
rescued
.
’
’
But
I
’
m
the
queen
!
’
said
Keli
.
Uncertainty
welled
up
in
her
eyes
,
and
she
spun
round
to
Cutwell
,
who
lowered
his
candle
-
stick
guiltily
.
’
I
heard
you
say
the
words
!
I
am
queen
,
aren
’
t
I
?
’
’
Oh
,
yes
,
’
said
Cutwell
instantly
;
and
then
,
because
a
wizard
’
s
word
is
supposed
to
be
harder
than
cast
iron
,
added
virtuously
,
’
And
totally
free
from
infestation
,
too
.
’
’
Cutwell
!
’
snapped
Mort
.
The
wizard
nodded
,
caught
Keli
around
the
waist
and
bodily
hoisted
her
on
to
Binky
’
s
back
.
Hoisting
his
skirts
around
his
waist
he
clambered
up
behind
Mort
and
reached
down
and
swung
Ysabell
up
behind
him
.
The
horse
jigged
across
the
floor
,
complaining
about
the
overloading
,
but
Mort
turned
him
towards
the
broken
doorway
and
urged
him
forward
.
The
interface
followed
them
as
they
clattered
down
the
hall
and
into
the
courtyard
,
rising
slowly
.
Its
pearly
fog
was
only
yards
away
,
tightening
by
inches
.
’
Excuse
me
,
’
said
Cutwell
to
Ysabell
,
raising
his
hat
.
’
Igneous
Cutwell
,
Wizard
Ist
Grade
(
UU
)
,
former
Royal
Recogniser
and
soon
to
be
beheaded
probably
.
Would
you
happen
to
know
where
we
are
going
?
’
To
my
father
’
s
country
,
’
shouted
Ysabell
,
above
the
wind
of
their
passage
.
