Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Mrwho?’saidMort.

           ’Mr...yournewmaster.’

           ’Oh.Him.No.No,Idon’tthinkso,’saidMortslowly.’Idon’tthinkhe’sthemarryingtype.’

           ’Manyakeenyoungmanoweshisadvancementtohisnuptials,’saidLezek.

           ’Hedoes?’

           ’Mort,Idon’tthinkyou’rereallylistening.’

           ’What?’

           Lezekcametoahaltonthefrostycobblesandspuntheboyaroundtofacehim.

           ’You’rereallygoingtohavetodobetterthanthis,’hesaid.’Don’tyouunderstand,boy?Ifyou’regoingtoamounttoanythinginthisworldthenyou’vegottolisten.I’myourfathertellingyouthesethings.’

           Mortlookeddownathisfather’sface.Hewantedtosayalotofthings:hewantedtosayhowmuchhelovedhim,howworriedhewas;hewantedtoaskwhathisfatherreallythoughthe’djustseenandheard.Hewantedtosaythathefeltasthoughhesteppedonamolehillandfoundthatitwasreallyavolcano.Hewantedtoaskwhat’nuptials’meant.

           Whatheactuallysaidwas,’Yes.Thankyou.I’dbetterbegoing.I’lltryandwriteyoualetter.’