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‘What?’ said George.
‘Someone needs to tend to those poor Waymasters. They’re frightened and traumatised and I can’t just leave them like that. And,’ she added, looking at George, ‘I’ll need your help.’
But— Melmidoc began.
‘It’s in your best interests to allow it,’ said Zareen. ‘Unless you want Ashdown Castle occupying beach-space forever.’
You raise a persuasive point, Melmidoc conceded.
‘You’ll be all right here on your own?’ I said. Not that I doubted Zareen’s capability, but to be stranded in a parallel world with only George Mercer to help her, and a castle full of broken spirits her only route home, would not be easy on her. And she was already exhausted.
‘I’ll be fine.’
Then I remembered Melmidoc. He could still travel between the Britains, and could most likely be persu
