Мор - ученик смерти

           Theyhadbeensnatchedfromtheirworkrooms,orapostprandialbrandyinfrontofaroaringfire,orquietcontemplationunderahandkerchiefinacomfychairsomewhere,andallofthemwerefeelingextremelyapprehensiveandratherbewildered.Theykeptglancingattheemptypedestal.

           Onlyonecreaturecouldhaveduplicatedtheexpressionsontheirfaces,andthatwouldbeapigeonwhohasheardnotonlythatLordNelsonhasgotdownoffhiscolumnbuthasalsobeenseenbuyinga12-borerepeaterandaboxofcartridges.

           ’He’scomingupthecorridor!’shoutedRincewind,anddivedbehindapillar.

           Theassembledmageswatchedthebigdoubledoorsasiftheywereabouttoexplode,whichshowshowprescienttheywere,becausetheyexploded.Matchstick-sizedbitsofoakraineddownamongthemandasmallthinfigurestoodoutlinedagainstthelight.Itheldasmokingstaffinonehand.Theotherheldasmallyellowtoad.

           ’Rincewind!’bawledAlbert.

           ’Sir!’

           ’Takethisthingawayanddisposeofit.’

           ThetoadcrawledintoRincewind’shandandgavehimanapologeticlook.

           That’sthelasttimethatbloodylandlordgivesanyliptoawizard,’saidAlbertwithsmugsatisfaction.’ItseemsIturnmybackforafewhundredyearsandsuddenlypeopleinthistownareencouragedtothinktheycantalkbacktowizards,eh?’

           Oneoftheseniorwizardsmumbledsomething.