Мор - ученик смерти

           Mortwasimpressed.KingOlervehadheldontohisthroneformanyyearsand,evenwhendead,knewhowtobehave.’Oh,’hesaid,’Isee.Ididn’texpecttoseeyousooon.’

           YOURMAJESTY,saidDeath,bowing,FEWDO.

           Thekinglookedaround.Itwasquietanddiminthisshadowworld,butoutsidethereseemedtobealotofexcitement.

           ’That’smedownthere,isit?’

           IAMAFRAIDSO,SIRE.

           ’Cleanjob.Crossbow,wasit?’

           YES.ANDNOW,SIRE,IFYOUWOULD—

           ’Whodidit?’saidtheking.Deathhesitated.

           AHIREDASSASSINFROMANKH-MORPORK,hesaid.

           ’Hmm.Clever.IcongratulateStoHelit.Andhere’smefillingmyselfwithantidotes.Noantidotetocoldsteel,eh?Eh?’

           INDEEDNOT,SIRE.

           ’Theoldropeladderandfasthorsebythedrawbridgetrick,eh?’

           SOITWOULDAPPEAR,SIRE,saidDeath,takingtheking’sshadegentlybythearm.IFIT’SANYCONSOLATION,THOUGH,THEHORSENEEDSTOBEFAST.

           ’Eh?’