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’
There
’
s
a
brain
there
all
right
,
’
Lezek
conceded
.
’
Sometimes
he
starts
thinking
so
hard
you
has
to
hit
him
round
the
head
to
get
his
attention
.
His
granny
taught
him
to
read
,
see
.
I
reckon
it
overheated
his
mind
.
’
Mort
had
got
up
and
tripped
over
his
robe
.
’
You
ought
to
set
him
to
a
trade
,
’
said
Hamesh
,
reflectively
.
’
The
priesthood
,
maybe
.
Or
wizardry
.
They
do
a
lot
of
reading
,
wizards
.
’
They
looked
at
each
other
.
Into
both
their
minds
stole
an
inkling
of
what
Mort
might
be
capable
of
if
he
got
his
well
-
meaning
hands
on
a
book
of
magic
.
’
All
right
,
’
said
Hamesh
hurriedly
.
’
Something
else
,
then
.
There
must
be
lots
of
things
he
could
turn
his
hand
to
.
’
’
He
starts
thinking
too
much
,
that
’
s
the
trouble
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
Look
at
him
now
.
You
don
’
t
think
about
how
to
scare
birds
,
you
just
does
it
.
A
normal
boy
,
I
mean
.
’
Hamesh
scratched
his
chin
thoughtfully
.
’
It
could
be
someone
else
’
s
problem
,
’
he
said
.
Lezek
’
s
expression
did
not
alter
,
but
there
was
a
subtle
change
around
his
eyes
.
’
How
do
you
mean
?
’
he
said
.
