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’
What
happened
?
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
ve
got
to
know
!
One
minute
we
were
in
the
Long
Room
and
the
next
we
were
in
a
field
outside
the
city
,
and
we
were
really
us
!
I
mean
,
reality
had
been
altered
to
fit
us
in
!
Who
did
it
?
’
I
HAD
A
WORD
WITH
THE
GODS
.
Death
looked
uncomfortable
.
’
Oh
.
You
did
,
did
you
?
’
said
Mort
.
Death
avoided
his
gaze
.
YES
.
’
I
shouldn
’
t
think
they
were
very
pleased
.
’
THE
GODS
ARE
JUST
.
THEY
ARE
ALSO
SENTIMENTALISTS
.
I
HAVE
NEVER
BEEN
ABLE
TO
MASTER
IT
,
MYSELF
.
BUT
YOU
AREN
’
T
FREE
YET
.
YOU
MUST
SEE
TO
IT
THAT
HISTORY
TAKES
PLACE
.
’
I
know
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Uniting
the
kingdoms
and
everything
.
’
YOU
MIGHT
END
UP
WISHING
YOU
’
D
STAYED
WITH
ME
.
’
I
certainly
learned
a
lot
,
’
Mort
admitted
.
He
put
his
hand
up
to
his
face
and
absent
-
mindedly
stroked
the
four
thin
white
scars
across
his
cheek
.
’
But
I
don
’
t
think
I
was
cut
out
for
that
sort
of
work
.
Look
,
I
’
m
really
sorry
—
’
