Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Me?’

           YOUAREHERESEEKINGEMPLOYMENT?

           LightdawnedonMort.’Youarelookingforanapprentice?’hesaid.

           Theeyesocketsturnedtowardshim,theiractinicpinpointsflaring.

           OFCOURSE.

           Deathwavedabonyhand.Therewasawashofpurplelight,asortofvisible’pop’,andLezekunfroze.Abovehisheadtheclockworkautomatonsgotonwiththejobofproclaimingmidnight,asTimewasallowedtocomecreepingback.

           Lezekblinked.

           ’Didn’tseeyouthereforaminute,’hesaid.’Sorry–mindmusthavebeenelsewhere.’

           IWASOFFERINGYOURBOYAPOSITION,SaidDeath.ITRUSTTHATMEETSWITHYOURAPPROVAL?

           ’Whatwasyourjobagain?’saidLezek,talkingtoablack-robedskeletonwithoutshowingevenaflickerofsurprise.

           IUSHERSOULSINTOTHENEXTWORLD,SaidDeath.

           ’Ah,’saidLezek,’ofcourse,sorry,shouldhaveguessedfromtheclothes.Verynecessarywork,verysteady.Establishedbusiness?’

           I’HAVEBEENGOINGFORSOMETIME,YES,saidDeath.