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TO
BE
FRANK
,
I
THOUGHT
YOU
WERE
GOING
TO
MARRY
THE
PRINCESS
.
Mort
blushed
.
’
We
talked
about
it
,
’
he
said
.
’
Then
we
thought
,
just
because
you
happen
to
rescue
a
princess
,
you
shouldn
’
t
rush
into
things
.
’
VERY
WISE
.
Too
MANY
YOUNG
WOMEN
LEAP
INTO
THE
ARMS
OF
THE
FIRST
YOUNG
MAN
TO
WAKE
THEM
AFTER
A
HUNDRED
YEARS
’
SLEEP
,
FOR
EXAMPLE
.
’
And
,
well
,
we
thought
that
all
in
all
,
well
,
once
I
really
got
to
know
Ysabell
,
well
.
YES
,
YES
,
I
AM
SURE
.
AN
EXCELLENT
DECISION
.
HOWEVER
,
I
HAVE
DECIDED
NOT
TO
INTEREST
MYSELF
IN
HUMAN
AFFAIRS
ANY
FURTHER
.
Really
?
’
EXCEPT
OFFICIALLY
,
OF
COURSE
.
IT
WAS
CLOUDING
MY
JUDGEMENT
.
A
skeletal
hand
appeared
on
the
edge
of
Mort
’
s
vision
and
skilfully
speared
a
stuffed
egg
.
Mort
spun
around
.
