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The
guard
was
new
to
the
job
,
and
quite
keen
.
Guarding
wasn
’
t
what
he
’
d
been
led
to
expect
.
Standing
around
all
day
in
chain
mail
with
an
axe
on
a
long
pole
wasn
’
t
what
he
’
d
volunteered
for
;
he
’
d
expected
excitement
and
challenge
and
a
crossbow
and
a
uniform
that
didn
’
t
go
rusty
in
the
rain
.
He
stepped
forward
,
ready
to
defend
the
city
against
people
who
didn
’
t
respect
commands
given
by
duly
authorised
civic
employees
.
Mort
considered
the
pike
blade
hovering
a
few
inches
from
his
face
.
There
was
getting
to
be
too
much
of
this
.
’
On
the
other
hand
,
’
he
said
calmly
,
’
how
would
you
like
it
if
I
made
yon
a
present
of
this
rather
fine
horse
?
’
It
wasn
’
t
hard
to
find
the
entrance
to
the
castle
.
There
were
guards
there
,
too
,
and
they
had
crossbows
and
a
considerably
more
unsympathetic
outlook
on
life
and
,
in
any
case
,
Mort
had
run
out
of
horses
.
He
loitered
a
bit
until
they
started
paying
him
a
generous
amount
of
attention
,
and
then
wandered
disconsolately
away
into
the
streets
of
the
little
city
,
feeling
stupid
.
After
all
this
,
after
miles
of
brassicas
and
a
backside
that
now
felt
like
a
block
of
wood
,
he
didn
’
t
even
know
why
he
was
there
.
So
she
’
d
seen
him
even
when
he
was
invisible
?
Did
it
mean
anything
?
Of
course
it
didn
’
t
.
Only
he
kept
seeing
her
face
,
and
the
flicker
of
hope
in
her
eyes
.
He
wanted
to
tell
her
that
everything
was
going
to
be
all
right
.
He
wanted
to
tell
her
about
himself
and
everything
he
wanted
to
be
.
He
wanted
to
find
out
which
was
her
room
in
the
castle
and
watch
it
all
night
until
the
light
went
out
.
And
so
on
.
A
little
later
a
blacksmith
,
whose
business
was
in
one
of
the
narrow
streets
that
looked
out
on
to
the
castle
walls
,
glanced
up
from
his
work
to
see
a
tall
,
gangling
young
man
,
rather
red
in
the
face
,
who
kept
trying
to
walk
through
the
walls
.
Rather
later
than
that
a
young
man
with
a
few
superficial
bruises
on
his
head
called
in
at
one
of
the
city
’
s
taverns
and
asked
for
directions
to
the
nearest
wizard
.
And
it
was
later
still
that
Mort
turned
up
outside
a
peeling
plaster
house
which
announced
itself
on
a
blackened
brass
plaque
to
be
the
abode
of
Igneous
Cutwell
,
DM
(
Unseen
)
,
Marster
of
the
Infinit
,
Illuminartus
,
Wyzard
to
Princes
,
Gardian
of
the
Sacred
Portalls
,
If
Out
leave
Maile
with
Mrs
Nugent
Next
Door
.
Suitably
impressed
despite
his
pounding
heart
,
Mort
lifted
the
heavy
knocker
,
which
was
in
the
shape
of
a
repulsive
gargoyle
with
a
heavy
iron
ring
in
its
mouth
,
and
knocked
twice
.
