Мор - ученик смерти

           Theystaredatthedistantfigure.Ithadfallenover. Somepigeonshadwaddledovertoinspectit. 

           ’He’snotstupid,mind,’saidHamesh.’Notwhatyou’dcallstupid.’ 

           ’There’sabrainthereallright,’Lezekconceded.’Sometimeshestartsthinkingsohardyouhastohithimroundtheheadtogethisattention. Hisgrannytaughthimtoread,see.Ireckonitoverheatedhismind.’ 

           Morthadgotupandtrippedoverhisrobe. 

           ’Yououghttosethimtoatrade,’saidHamesh,reflectively.’Thepriesthood,maybe.Orwizardry.Theydoalotofreading,wizards.’ 

           Theylookedateachother.IntoboththeirmindsstoleaninklingofwhatMortmightbecapableofifhegothiswell-meaninghandsonabookofmagic. 

           ’Allright,’saidHameshhurriedly.’Somethingelse,then.Theremustbelotsofthingshecouldturnhishandto.’ 

           ’Hestartsthinkingtoomuch,that’sthetrouble,’saidLezek.’Lookathimnow.Youdon’tthinkabouthowtoscarebirds,youjustdoesit.Anormalboy,Imean.’ 

           Hameshscratchedhischinthoughtfully. 

           ’Itcouldbesomeoneelse’sproblem,’hesaid. 

           Lezek’sexpressiondidnotalter,buttherewasasubtlechangearoundhiseyes. 

           ’Howdoyoumean?’hesaid.