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.

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