Мор - ученик смерти

           Mort’sfatherandunclewatcheditdisconsolatelyfromthestonewall. 

           ’WhatIdon’tunderstand,’saidfatherLezek,’isthatthebirdsdon’tevenflyaway.I’dflyaway,ifIsawitcoiningtowardsme.’ 

           ’Ah.Thehumanbody’sawonderfulthing.Imean,hislegsgoallovertheplacebutthere’safairturnofspeedthere.’ 

           Mortreachedtheendofafurrow.Anoverfullwoodpigeonlurchedslowlyoutofhisway. 

           ’Hisheart’sintherightplace,mind,’saidLezek,carefully. 

           ’Ah.’Course,’tistherestofhimthatisn’t.’ 

           ’He’scleanaboutthehouse.Doesn’teatmuch,’saidLezek. 

           ’No,Icanseethat.’ 

           Lezeklookedsidewaysathisbrother,whowasstaringfixedlyatthesky. 

           ’Ididhearyou’dgotaplacegoingupatyourfarm,Hamesh,’hesaid. 

           ’Ah.Gotanapprenticein,didn’tI?’ 

           ’Ah,’saidLezekgloomily,’whenwasthat,then?’ 

           ’Yesterday,’saidhisbrother,lyingwithrattlesnakespeed.’Allsignedandsealed.Sorry.Look,IgotnothingagainstyoungMort,see,he’sasniceaboyasyoucouldwishtomeet,it’sjustthat—’ 

           ’Iknow,Iknow,’saidLezek.’Hecouldn’tfindhisarsewithbothhands.’