Мор - ученик смерти

           Itcamefromtheshelveswhere,stretchingawayintotheinfinitedistance,rowuponrowofhourglassespouredawaythesandsofmortaltime.Itwasaheavysound,adullsound,asoundthatpouredlikesullencustardoverthebrightroly-polypuddingofthesoul.

           VERYWELL,saidDeathatlast.IMAKEITTHREE.

           AQUIETNIGHT.

           ’That’dbeGoodieHamstring,theAbbottLobsangagain,andthisPrincessKeli,’saidAlbert.

           Deathlookedatthethreehourglassesinhishand.

           IWASTHINKINGOFSENDINGTHELADOUT,hesaid.

           Albertconsultedhisledger.’Well,Goodiewouldn’tbeanytroubleandtheAbbottiswhatyoumightcallexperienced,’hesaid.’Shameabouttheprincess.Onlyfifteen.Couldbetricky.’

           YES.ITisAPITY.

           ’Master?’

           Deathstoodwiththethirdglassinhishand,staringthoughtfullyattheplayoflightacrossitssurface.Hesighed.

           ONEsoYOUNG....

           ’Areyoufeelingallright,master?’saidAlbert,hisvoicefullofconcern.

           TIMELIKEANEVER-ROLLINGSTREAMBEARSALLITS....