Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Youthrowtheseyarrowstalksintheair,then.’

           Shedid.Theylookedattheensuingpattern.

           ’Hmm,’saidCutwellafterawhile.’Well,that’soneinthefireplace,oneinthecocoamug,oneinthestreet,shameaboutthewindow,oneonthetable,andone,no,twobehindthedresser.IexpectMrsNugentwillbeabletofindtherest.’

           ’Youdidn’tsayhowhard.ShallIdoitagain?’

           ’No-ooo,Idon’tthinkso.’Cutwellthumbedthroughthepagesofayellowedbookthathadpreviouslybeensupportingthetableleg.’Thepatternseemstomakesense.Yes,hereweare,Octogram8,887:Illegality,theUnatoningGoose.Whichwecrossreferencehere...holdon...holdon...yes.Gotit.’

           ’Well?’

           ’Withoutvertically,wiselythecochinealemperorgoesforthatteatime;ateveningthemolluscissilentamongthealmondblossom.’

           ’Yes?’saidKeli,respectfully.’Whatdoesthatmean?’

           ’Unlessyou’reamollusc,probablynotalot,’saidCutwell.’Ithinkperhapsitlostsomethingintranslation.’

           ’Areyousureyouknowhowtodothis?’

           ’Let’strythecards,’saidCutwellhurriedly,fanningthemout.’Pickacard.Anycard.’

           ’It’sDeath,’saidKeli.