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’
If
it
’
s
allowed
for
wizards
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
offering
a
cheek
.
’
We
thought
the
fireworks
were
marvellous
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
And
I
expect
they
’
ll
soon
be
able
to
rebuild
the
outer
wall
.
No
doubt
you
’
ll
be
able
to
find
your
way
to
the
food
.
’
’
He
’
s
looking
a
lot
better
these
days
,
’
said
Ysabell
behind
her
fixed
grin
,
as
Cutwell
disappeared
into
the
throng
.
’
Certainly
there
’
s
a
lot
to
be
said
for
being
the
only
person
who
doesn
’
t
bother
to
obey
the
queen
,
’
said
Mort
,
exchanging
nods
with
a
passing
nobleman
.
’
They
say
he
’
s
the
real
power
behind
the
throne
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
An
eminence
something
.
’
’
Eminence
grease
,
’
said
Mort
absently
.
’
Notice
how
he
doesn
’
t
do
any
magic
these
days
?
’
’
Shutuphereshecomes
.
’
’
Her
Supreme
Majesty
,
Queen
Kelirehenna
I
,
Lord
of
Sto
Lat
,
Protector
of
the
Eight
Protectorates
and
Empress
of
the
Long
Thin
Debated
Piece
Hubwards
of
Sto
Kerrig
.
’
Ysabell
bobbed
.
Mort
bowed
.
Keli
beamed
at
both
of
them
.
They
couldn
’
t
help
noticing
that
she
had
come
under
some
influence
that
inclined
her
towards
clothes
that
at
least
roughly
followed
her
shape
,
and
away
from
hairstyles
that
looked
like
the
offspring
of
a
pineapple
and
a
candyfloss
.
She
pecked
Ysabell
on
the
cheek
and
then
stepped
back
and
looked
Mort
up
and
down
.
