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'Agatean Empire! Counterweight Continent!'
He pointed downward.
He wasn't triangle and tried to remember when he last had a meal. Some time beyond the reach of a clock, anyway – he'd need a calendar to calculate it. He took the sandwich.
'Thanks,' he said, as graciously as he could manage.forcing Binky at the moment, knowing the miles that lay ahead, and the big white horse was currently running at an easy gallop out over the ocean. Ysabell looked down at roaring green waves topped with white foam, and clung tighter to Mort.Mort peered ahead at the cloudbank that marked the distant continent and resisted the urge to hurry Binky along with the flat of his sword. He'd never struck the horse and wasn't at all confident about what would happen if he did. All he could do was wait.A hand appeared under his arm, holding a sandwich.'There's ham or cheese and chutney,' she said. 'You might as well eat, there's nothing else to do.'Mort looked down at the soggy