Мор - ученик смерти

           Why?’

           ’Oh,nothing,nothing.’CutwellturnedandlookedcloselyatthewallbehindMort.

           ’Aren’tthedeadallowedanypeace?’saidKelibitterly.’Ithoughtonethingyoucouldbesureofwhenyouweredeadwasagoodnight’ssleep.’Shelookedasthoughshehadbeencrying.Withaninsightthatsurprisedhim,Mortrealisedthatsheknewthisandthatitwasmakingherevenangrierthanbefore.

           That’snotreallyfair,’hesaid.’I’vecometohelp.Isn’tthatright,Cutwell?’

           ’Hmm?’saidCutwell,whohadfoundthecrossbowboltburiedintheplasterandwaslookingatitwithdeepsuspicion.’Oh,yes.Hehas.Itwon’twork,though.Excuseme,hasanyonegotanystring?’

           ’Help?’snappedKeli.’Help?Ifitwasn’tforyou—’

           ’You’dstillbedead,’saidMort.Shelookedathimwithhermouthopen.

           ’Iwouldn’tknowaboutit,though,’shesaid.That’stheworstpart.’

           ’Ithinkyoutwohadbettergo,’saidCutwelltotheguards,whoweretryingtoappearinconspicuous.’ButI’llhavethatspear,please.Thankyou.’

           ’Look,’saidMort,’I’vegotahorseoutside.You’dbeamazed.Icantakeyouanywhere.Youdon’thavetowaitaroundhere.’

           ’Youdon’tknowmuchaboutmonarchy,doyou,’saidKeli.

           ’Um.No?’

           ’Shemeansbettertobeadeadqueeninyourowncastlethanalivecommonersomewhereelse,’saidCutwell,whohadstuckthespearintothewallbytheboltandwastryingtosightalongit.’Wouldn’twork,anyway.