gingerly so as not to bring the whole edifice down.
'Say that again?' she said quietly.
'I said I what colour your eyes were,' she said, 'because —'
'If you two have quite had enough of each other!' bellowed Albert above the roar of the sand. 'This way!'
'Brown,' said Mort to Ysabell. 'They're brown. Why?'
'Hurry up!'
'You'd better go and help him,' said Ysabell. 'He seems to be getting quite upset.'
Mort left her, his mind a sudden swamp of uneasiness, and stalked across the tiled know. There's nothing I can do about it. Haven't you been in here before?''No.' She had withdrawn slightly, and was staring at his eyes.'It's no worse than the library,' said Mort, and almost believed it. But in the library you only read about it; in here you could see it happening.'Why are you looking at me like that?' he added.'I was just trying to remember
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