Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Youmeanpeopledon’tseemebecausetheirmindstellthemnotto?’

           ’’Fraidso.It’scalledpredestination,orsomething.’Cutwelllookedatherwretchedly.’I’mawizard.Weknowaboutthesethings.’

           ’Actuallyit’snotthefirstthingyoulearnwhenyouenroll,’headded,’Imean,youlearnwherethelavatoriesareandallthatsortofthingbeforethat.Butafterallthat,it’sthefirstthing.’

           ’Youcanseeme,though.’

           ’Ah.Well.Wizardsarespeciallytrainedtoseethingsthatarethereandnottoseethingsthataren’t.Yougetthesespecialexercises—’

           Kelidrummedherfingersonthetable,ortriedto.Itturnedouttobedifficult.Shestareddowninvaguehorror.

           Cutwellhurriedforwardandwipedthetablewithhissleeve.

           ’Sorry,’hemuttered,’Ihadtreaclesandwichesforsupperlastnight.’

           ’WhatcanIdo?’

           ’Nothing.’

           ’Nothing?’

           ’Well,youcouldcertainlybecomeaverysuccessfulburglar...sorry.Thatwastastelessofme.’