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Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. “By my crooked teeth,” asked Richard, remembering, “who am I?”
    He put it into his pocket, next to the small quartz bead, and together they left that place.    The fog had begun to thin. Hunter was pleased. She was confident now that, should it become necessary, she could get the Lady Door away from the friars entirely unharmed and get herself away with only minor flesh wounds.
    There was a flurry of movement on the far side of the bridge. “Something’s happening,” said Hunter to Door, under her breath. “Get ready to make a run for it.”Nike Lebron James Basketball Shoes,Lebron Shoes,Zoom Lebron Shoes,Lebron James Basketball Shoes For Sale
    The friars drew back. Richard Mayhew, the Upworlder, came toward them through the fog, walking beside the abbot. Richard looked different, somehow . . . Hunter scrutinized him, trying to work out what had changed. His center of balance had moved lower, become more centered. No . . . it was more than that. He looked less boyish. He looked as if he had begun to grow up.
    “Still alive then?” said Hunter. He nodded; put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a silver key. He tossed it to Door, who caught it, then flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him as tightly as she could.
    Then Door let go of Richard and ran to the abbot. “I can’t tell you how much this means to us,” she said to him.
    He smiled, weakly but graciously. “May the Temple and the Arch be with you all, on your journey through the Underside,” he said.
    Door curtseyed, and then, clutching the key tightly in her hand, she went back to Richard, and to Hunter. The three travelers walked down the bridge, and away. The friars stood on the bridge until they were out of sight, lost in the old fog of the world beneath the world.
    “We have lost the key,” said the abbot to himself, as much as to any of them. “God help us all.”