Мор - ученик смерти

           Hekepthiseyesshut.

           ALLTHEEIGHTS.THERE,THATWASN’TTOODIFFICULT,WASIT?

           Wafainted.

           Deathshrugged,andwalkedaway,pausingonlytotickletheearsofanalleycatthathappenedtobepassing.Hehummedtohimself.Hedidn’tquiteknowwhathadcomeoverhim,buthewasenjoyingit.

           ’Youcouldn’tbesureitwouldwork!’

           Cutwellspreadhishandsinaconciliatorygesture.

           ’Well,no,’heconceded,’butIthought,whathaveIgottolose?’Hebackedaway.

           ’Whathaveyougottolose?’shoutedMort.

           Hestampedforwardandtuggedtheboltoutofoneofthepostsintheprincess’sbed.

           ’You’renotgoingtotellmethiswentthroughme?’hesnapped.

           ’Iwasparticularlywatchingit,’saidCutwell.

           ’Isawittoo,’saidKeli.’Itwashorrible.Itcamerightoutofwhereyourheartis.’

           ’AndIsawyouwalkthroughastonepillar,’saidCutwell.

           ’AndIsawyouridestraightthroughawindow.’

           ’Yes,butthatwasonbusiness,’declaredMort,wavinghishandsintheair.Thatwasn’teveryday,that’sdifferent.And—’

           Hepaused.Thewayyou’relookingatme,’hesaid.Theylookedatmethesamewayintheinnthisevening.What’swrong?’

           ’Itwasthewayyouwavedyourarmstraightthroughthebedpost,’saidKelifaintly.

           Mortstaredathishand,andthenrappeditonthewood.

           ’See?’hesaid.’Solid.Solidarm,solidwood.’

           ’Yousaidpeoplelookedatyouinaninn?’saidCutwell.