Мор - ученик смерти

           Thestallholdersquintedcriticallyathim.

           ’Ireckonso,’hesaid,’orsomeoneverymuchlikeyou.’

           Thankyou,’saidMort,immenselyrelieved.

           ’Don’tmentionit.Iseelotsofpeopleeveryday,nocharge.Wanttobuyanybootlaces?’

           ’Idon’tthinkso,’saidMort.’Whatplaceisthis?’

           ’Youdon’tknow?’

           AcoupleofpeopleatthenextstallwerelookingatMortthoughtfully.Hismindwentintooverdrive.

           ’Mymastertravelsalot,’hesaid,truthfully.’Wearrivedlastnight,andIwasasleeponthecart.NowI’vegottheafternoonoff.’

           ’Ah,’saidthestallholder.Heleanedforwardconspiratorially.’Lookingforagoodtime,areyou?Icouldfixyouup.’

           ’I’dquiteenjoyknowingwhereIam,’Mortconceded.

           Themanwastakenaback.

           ’ThisisAnkh-Morpork,’hesaid.’Anyoneoughttobeabletoseethat.Smellit,too.’

           Mortsniffed.Therewasacertainsomethingabouttheairinthecity.Yougotthefeelingthatitwasairthathadseenlife.Youcouldn’thelpnotingwitheverybreaththatthousandsofotherpeoplewereveryclosetoyouandnearlyallofthemhadarmpits.