Мор - ученик смерти

           Deathlookedrathertakenaback.

           NO,hesaid,IHAVENOSONS.

           ’I’lljusthavealastwordwithmyboy,ifyou’venoobjection.’

           THENIWILLGOANDSEETOTHEHORSE,saidDeath,withmorethannormaltact.

           Lezekputhisarmaroundhisson’sshoulders,withsomedifficultyinviewoftheirdifferenceinheight,andgentlypropelledhimacrossthesquare.

           ’Mort,youknowyouruncleHemeshtoldmeaboutthisprenticingbusiness?’hewhispered.

           ’Yes?’

           ’Well,hetoldmesomethingelse,’theoldmanconfided.’Hesaidit’snotunknownforanapprenticetoinherithismaster’sbusiness.Whatdoyouthinkofthat,then?’

           ’Uh.I’mnotsure,’saidMort.

           ’It’sworththinkingabout,’saidLezek.

           ’Iamthinkingaboutit,father.’

           ’Manyayoungladhasstartedoutthatway,Hemeshsaid.Hemakeshimselfuseful,earnshismaster’sconfidence,and,well,ifthere’sanydaughtersinthehouse...didMr,er,Mrsayanythingaboutdaughters?’