Мор - ученик смерти
’That’swhatI’vebeentryingtosay,’hesaid.
’Soifyoucouldjustdropmeoffdowninthevalley,’thelittlemonkcontinuedplacidly.HesweptpastMortandheadedforthecourtyard.Mortstaredatthefloorforamoment,andthenranafterhiminawaywhichheknewtobeextremelyunprofessionalandundignified.
’Nowlook—’hebegan.
’TheotheronehadahorsecalledBinky,Iremember,’saidtheabbotpleasantly.’Didyoubuytheroundoffhim?’
Theround?’saidMort,nowcompletelylost.
’Orwhatever.Forgiveme,’saidtheabbot,’Idon’treallyknowhowthesethingsareorganised,lad.’
’Mort,’saidMort,absently.’AndIthinkyou’resupposedtocomebackwithme,sir.Ifyoudon’tmind,’headded,inwhathehopedwasafirmandauthoritativemanner.Themonkturnedandsmiledpleasantlyathim.
’IwishIcould,’hesaid.’Perhapsoneday.Now,ifyoucouldgivemealiftasfarasthenearestvillage,IimagineI’mbeingconceivedaboutnow.’
’Conceived?Butyou’vejustdied!’saidMort.
’Yes,but,yousee,Ihavewhatyoumightcallaseasonticket,’theabbotexplained.
LightdawnedonMort,butveryslowly.
’Oh,’hesaid,’I’vereadaboutthis.Reincarnation,yes?’
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