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           "Nobarony.She’softheHouseoftheArch.Herfamilyusedtobeveryimportant."

           "Usedtobe?Whydidtheystop?"

           "Somebodykilledthem."

           Yes,herememberedthemarquissayingsomethingaboutthat,now.Aratcutacrosstheirpath.Anaesthesiastoppedonthestepsandperformedadeepcurtsey.Theratpaused."Sire,"shesaid,totherat."Hi,"saidRichard.Theratlookedatthemforaheartbeat,thenitdartedoffdownthesteps."So,"saidRichard."Whatisafloatingmarket?"

           "It’sverybig,"shesaid."Butrat-speakershardlyeverneedtogotothemarket.Totellthetruth—"Shehesitated."Nah.You’lllaughatme."

           "Iwon’t,"saidRichard,honestly.

           "Well,"saidthethingirl."I’malittlescared."

           "Scared?Ofthemarket?"

           Theyhadreachedthebottomofthesteps.Anaesthesiahesitatedandthenturnedleft."Oh.No.There’satruceinthemarket.Ifanyonehurtanyonethere,thewholeofLondonBelowwouldbedownonthemlikeatonofsewage."

           "Sowhatareyouscaredof?"

           "Gettingthere.Theyholditinadifferentplaceeverytime.Itmovesaround.Andtogettotheplaceit’llbetonight..."shefingeredthequartzbeadsaroundherneck,nervously.