Мор - ученик смерти

           Itdoesn’tproveanythingverymuchexceptthattheawesomesplendouroftheuniverseismucheasiertodealwithifyouthinkofitasaseriesofsmallchunks.

           Thehorsewatchedhimfromitsstall,occasionallytryingtoeathishairinafriendlysortofway.

           Afterawhilehebecameawarethatsomeoneelsewaswatchinghim.ThegirlYsabellwaslean-bigonthehalf-door,herchininherhands.

           ’Areyouaservant?’shesaid.

           Mortstraightenedup.

           ’No,’hesaid,’I’manapprentice.’

           That’ssilly.Albertsaidyoucan’tbeanapprentice.’

           Mortconcentratedonheftingashovelfulintothewheelbarrow.Twomoreshovelfuls,callitthreeifit’swellpresseddown,andthatmeansfourmorebarrows,allright,callitfive,beforeI’vedonehalfwaytothe...

           ’Hesays,’saidYsabellinaloudervoice,’thatapprenticesbecomemasters,andyoucan’thavemorethanoneDeath.Soyou’rejustaservantandyouhavetodowhatIsay.’

           ...andtheneightmorebarrowsmeansit’salldoneallthewaytothedoor,whichisnearlytwo-thirdsofthewholething,whichmeans....

           ’DidyouhearwhatIsaid,boy?’

           Mortnodded.Andthenit’llbefourteenmorebarrows,onlycallitfifteenbecauseIhaven’tsweptupproperlyinthecorner,and....