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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