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the chant, if he's not in the dead-book already.'
"Keep going."
"I will, I will, hold on." Morte paused for a moment. "All right, here's the last
bit..."
'Don't lose the journal or we'll be up the Styx again. And whatever you do,
DO NOT tell anyone WHO you are or WHAT happens to you, or they'll put
you on a quick pilgrimage to the crematorium. Do what I tell you: READ the
journal, then FIND Pharod.'
"Go on. What does it say after that?"
If Morte had eyelids he would've blinked, "What are you talking about,
chief? There isn't any more."
The anger rose in my voice, "What about, 'Don't trust the skull?'"
"Oh... that bit at the end? Well, I figured it was wash, so I didn't read that
line out loud."
"Oh, really? And what do you think it means? Do you think it refers to you?"
"I doubt it. I mean, you can trust me, right, chief?"
"Are you lying to me, Morte?"
"No! C'mon, what's your problem, chief? I haven't steered you wrong yet."
"Yet. I don't like the fact you didn't read me that line, and I'd like to know
what else you've neglected to mention since we've been traveling together."
"Nothing! I've told you everything... well, ALMOST everything, but nothing,
you know, dangerous."
"If there's ANYTHING else, I suggest you tell me now."
"Chief, seriously, there's nothing else. I wouldn't hold out on you."
"You said you're a mimir, right, Morte?"
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