Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Master!’

           WHAT?saidDeath,snappingoutofit.’You’vebeenoverdoingit,master,that’swhatitis—’

           WHATAREYOUBLATHERINGABOUT,MAN?

           ’Youhadabitofafunnyturnthere,master.’

           NONSENSE.IHAVENEVERFELTBETTER.NOW,WHATWEREWETALKINGABOUT?

           Albertshrugged,andpeereddownattheentriesinthebook.

           ’Goodie’sawitch,’hesaid.’ShemightgetabitannoyedifyousendMort.’

           Allpractitionersofmagicearnedtheright,oncetheirownpersonalsandshadrunout,ofbeingclaimedbyDeathhimselfratherthanhisminorfunctionaries.

           Deathdidn’tappeartohearAlbert.HewasstaringatPrincessKeli’shourglassagain.

           WHATisTHATSENSEINSIDEYOURHEADOFWISTFULREGRETTHATTHINGSARETHEWAYTHEYAPPARENTLYARE?

           ’Sadness,master.Ithink.Now—’

           IAMSADNESS.

           Albertstoodwithhismouthopen.Finallyhegotagriponhimselflongenoughtoblurtout,’Master,weweretalkingaboutMort!’