Мор - ученик смерти

           Mortswallowed,foughtforbreath,andbroughtthescythearoundinaslowarc.Nevertheless,itwasaccurateenough;theabbotsatup,leavinghiscorpsebehind.

           ’Notamomenttoosoon,’hesaid,inavoiceonlyMortcouldhear.’Youhadmeworriedforamomentthere.’

           ’Okay?’saidMort.’OnlyI’vegottorush—’

           TheabbotswunghimselfoffthebedandwalkedtowardsMortthroughtheranksofhisbereavedfollowers.

           ’Don’trushoff,’hesaid.’Ialwayslookforwardtothesetalks.What’shappenedtotheusualfellow?’

           ’Usualfellow?’saidMort,bewildered.

           Tallchap.Blackcloak.Doesn’tgetenoughtoeat,bythelookofhim,’saidtheabbot.

           ’Usualfellow?YoumeanDeath?’saidMort.

           ’That’shim,’saidtheabbot,cheerfully.Mort’smouthhungopen.

           ’Diealot,doyou?’hemanaged.

           ’Afairbit.Afairbit.Ofcourse,’saidtheabbot,’onceyougetthehangofit,it’sonlyamatterofpractice.’

           ’Itis?’

           ’Wemustbeoff,’saidtheabbot.Mort’smouthsnappedshut.