Albert Moore A Venus

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sensible about this.'
Mort stared at his knees. Then he stood up.
'I think I'd said the princess. 'I've got a foodtaster.'
'You should get a bodyguard as well,' said Mort. 'I must go. I have important things to do. Farewell,' he added, in what he hoped was the right tone of injured pride.
'Shall I see you again?' said Keli. 'There's lots I want to —'better be going,' he said coldly.He folded up the scythe and stuck it into its sheath behind the saddle. Then he looked at the window.'You came through that,' said Keli, helpfully. 'Look, when I said —''Does it open?''No. There's a balcony along the passage. But people will see you!'Mort ignored her, pulled open the door and led Binky out into the corridor. Keli ran after them. A maid stopped, curtsied, and frowned slightly as her brain wisely dismissed the sight of a very large horse walking along the carpet.The balcony overlooked one of the inner courtyards. Mort glanced over the parapet, and then mounted.'Watch out for the duke,' he said. 'He's behind all this.''My father always warned me about him,'