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’
How
’
s
Sto
Helit
?
’
she
said
.
’
Fine
,
fine
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
We
’
ll
have
to
do
something
about
the
cellars
,
though
.
Your
late
uncle
had
some
unusual
–
hobbies
,
and
.
.
.
.
’
’
She
means
you
,
’
whispered
Ysabell
.
That
’
s
your
official
name
.
’
’
I
preferred
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Such
an
interesting
coat
of
arms
,
too
,
’
said
the
queen
.
’
Crossed
scythes
on
an
hourglass
rampant
against
a
sable
field
.
It
gave
the
Royal
College
quite
a
headache
.
’
’
It
’
s
not
that
I
mind
being
a
duke
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Its
being
married
to
a
duchess
that
comes
as
a
shock
.
’
’
You
’
ll
get
used
to
it
.
’
’
I
hope
not
.
’
’
Good
.
And
now
,
Ysabell
,
’
said
Keli
,
setting
her
jaw
,
’
if
you
are
to
move
in
royal
circles
there
are
some
people
you
simply
must
meet
.
Ysabell
gave
Mort
a
despairing
look
as
she
was
swept
away
into
the
crowd
,
and
was
soon
lost
to
view
.
