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madam?' he quavered, 'I don't see what I can possibly—'
He was jerked off his chair and out into the street, his robes billowing around him. Keli marched towards the palace 'You've just been appointed Royal Recogniser.'
'Oh. What does that entail, exactly?'
'You're going to remind everyone I'm alive. It's very simple. There's three square meals a day and your laundry done. Step lively, man.'with her shoulders set determinedly, dragging the wizard behind her like a reluctant puppy. It was with such a walk that mothers used to bear down on the local school when their little boy came Home with a black eye; it was unstoppable; it was like the March of Time.'What is it you intend?' Cutwell stuttered, horribly aware that there was going to be nothing he could do to resist, whatever it was.'It's your lucky day, wizard.''Oh. Good,' he said weakly.
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