Мор - ученик смерти

           Thenthebursar’svoicefromsomewherenearthefloorsaid,’Thatwasveryunkind,Rincewind,losinghisstafflikethat.Remindmetodisciplineyouseverelyoneofthesedays.Anyonegotalight?’

           ’Idon’tknowwhathappenedtoit!Ijustleaneditagainstthepillarhereandnowit’s—’

           ’Oook.’

           ’Oh,’saidRincewind.

           ’Extrabananaration,thatape,’saidthebursarlevelly.Amatchflaredandsomeonemanagedtogetacandlealight.Wizardsstartedtopickthemselvesoffthefloor.

           ’Well,thatwasalessontoallofus,’thebursarcontinued,brushingdustandcandlewaxoffhisrobe.Helookedup,expectingtoseethestatueofAlbertoMalichbackonitspedestal.

           ’Clearlyevenstatueshavefeelings,’hesaid.’Imyselfrecall,whenIwasbutafirst-yearstudent,writingmynameonhiswell,nevermind.Thepointis,Iproposehereandnowwereplacethestatue.’

           Deadsilencegreetedthissuggestion.

           ’With,say,anexactlikenesscastingold.Suitablyembellishedwithjewels,asbefitsourgreatfounder,’hewentonbrightly.

           ’AndtomakesurenostudentsdefaceitinanywayIsuggestwethenerectitinthedeepestcellar,’hecontinued.

           ’Andthenlockthedoor,’headded.Severalwizardsbegantocheerup.

           ’Andthrowawaythekey?’saidRincewind.

           ’Andweldthedoor,’thebursarsaid.HehadjustrememberedaboutTheMendedDrum.Hethoughtforawhileandrememberedaboutthephysicalfitnessregimeaswell.

           ’Andthenbrickupthedoorway,’hesaid.Therewasaroundofapplause.