Мор - ученик смерти

           Fromoutsidecamethesoundsofthecastlewakingup.

           ’Istilldon’tunderstandthis,’shesaid.’DoesitmeanI’mdead,ordoesn’tit?’

           ’Itmeansyououghttobedead,’hesaid,’accordingtofateorwhatever.Ihaven’treallystudiedthetheory,’

           ’Andyoushouldhavekilledme?’

           ’No!Imean,no,theassassinshouldhavekilledyou.Ididtrytoexplainallthat,’saidMort.

           ’Whydidn’tyoulethim?’

           Mortlookedatherinhorror.

           ’Didyouwanttodie?’

           ’OfcourseIdidn’t.Butitlooksasthoughwhatpeoplewantdoesn’tcomeintoit,doesit?I’mtryingtobesensibleaboutthis.’

           Mortstaredathisknees.Thenhestoodup.

           ’IthinkI’dbetterbegoing,’hesaidcoldly.

           Hefoldedupthescytheandstuckitintoitssheathbehindthesaddle.Thenhelookedatthewindow.

           ’Youcamethroughthat,’saidKeli,helpfully.’Look,whenIsaid—’

           ’Doesitopen?’

           ’No.There’sabalconyalongthepassage.Butpeoplewillseeyou!’