Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Oh.’Mortstaredatthetable.’Didhesayanythingelse?’

           ’Hesaidhehadn’thadaneveningoffinathousandyears,’saidAlbert.’Hewashumming.Idon’tlikeit.I’veneverseenhimlikethis.’

           ’Oh.’Morttooktheplunge.’Albert,haveyoubeenherelong?’

           Albertlookedathimoverthetopofhisspectacles.

           ’Maybe,’hesaid.’It’shardtokeeptrackofoutsidetime,boy.Ibinheresincejustaftertheoldkingdied.’

           ’Whichking,Albert?’

           ’Artorollo,Ithinkhewascalled.Littlefatman.Squeakyvoice.Ionlysawhimtheonce,though.’

           ’Wherewasthis?’

           ’InAnkh,ofcourse.’

           ’What?’saidMort.Theydon’thavekingsinAnkh-Morpork,everyoneknowsthat!’

           ’Thiswasbackabit,Isaid,’saidAlbert.HepouredhimselfacupofteafromDeath’spersonalteapotandsatdown,adreamylookinhiscrustedeyes.Mortwaitedexpectantly.

           ’Andtheywaskingsinthosedays,realkings,notlikethesortyougetnow.Theywasmonarchs,’continuedAlbert,carefullypouringsometeaintohissaucerandfanningitprimlywiththeendofhismuffler.’Imean,theywaswiseandfair,well,fairlywise.