Мор - ученик смерти

           Thedoorknockerdidnotappeartobeimpressed.

           ’Ifftheydidn’tteachyouthemagicword,’itsaidcalmly,’theycouldn’thafffbeenallthatfine.’

           Kelireachedout,grabbedtheheavyring,andpoundeditonthedoor.Theknockerleeredather.

           ’Ftreatmerough,’itlisped.’That’fthewayIlikeit!’

           ’You’redisgusting!’

           ’Yeff.Ooo,thatwaffnife,doitagain....’

           Thedooropenedacrack.Therewasashadowyglimpseofcurlyhair.

           ’Madam,Isaidwe’recl—’

           Kelisagged.

           ’Pleasehelpme,’shesaid.’Please!’

           ’See?’saidthedoorknockertriumphantly.’Soonerorlatereveryoneremembersthemagicword!’

           KelihadbeentoofficialfunctionsinAnkh-MorporkandhadmetseniorwizardsfromUnseenUniversity,theDisc’spremiercollegeofmagic.Someofthemhadbeentall,andmostofthemhadbeenfat,andnearlyallofthemhadbeenrichlydressed,oratleastthoughttheywererichlydressed.

           Infacttherearefashionsinwizardryasinmoremundanearts,andthistendencytolooklikeelderlyaldermenwasonlytemporary.Previousgenerationshadgoneinforlookingpaleandinteresting,ordruidicalandgrubby,ormysteriousandsaturnine.