Мор - ученик смерти

           Mortignoredher,pulledopenthedoorandledBinkyoutintothecorridor.Keliranafterthem.Amaidstopped,curtsied,andfrownedslightlyasherbrainwiselydismissedthesightofaverylargehorsewalkingalongthecarpet.

           Thebalconyoverlookedoneoftheinnercourtyards.Mortglancedovertheparapet,andthenmounted.

           ’Watchoutfortheduke,’hesaid.’He’sbehindallthis.’

           ’Myfatheralwayswarnedmeabouthim,’saidtheprincess.’I’vegotafoodtaster.’

           ’Youshouldgetabodyguardaswell,’saidMort.’Imustgo.Ihaveimportantthingstodo.Farewell,’headded,inwhathehopedwastherighttoneofinjuredpride.

           ’ShallIseeyouagain?’saidKeli.’There’slotsIwantto—’

           Thatmightnotbeagoodidea,ifyouthinkaboutit,’saidMorthaughtily.Heclickedhistongue,andBinkyleaptintotheair,clearedtheparapetandcanteredupintothebluemorningsky.

           ’Iwantedtosaythankyou!’Keliyelledafterhim.

           Themaid,whocouldn’tgetoverthefeelingthatsomethingwaswrongandhadfollowedher,said,’Areyouallright,ma’am?’

           Kelilookedatherdistractedly.

           ’What?’shedemanded.

           ’Ijustwonderedif–everythingwasallright?’