Мор - ученик смерти

           Hewantedtotellherthateverythingwasgoingtobeallright.Hewantedtotellherabouthimselfandeverythinghewantedtobe.Hewantedtofindoutwhichwasherroominthecastleandwatchitallnightuntilthelightwentout.Andsoon.

           Alittlelaterablacksmith,whosebusinesswasinoneofthenarrowstreetsthatlookedoutontothecastlewalls,glancedupfromhisworktoseeatall,ganglingyoungman,ratherredintheface,whokepttryingtowalkthroughthewalls.

           Ratherlaterthanthatayoungmanwithafewsuperficialbruisesonhisheadcalledinatoneofthecity’stavernsandaskedfordirectionstothenearestwizard.

           AnditwaslaterstillthatMortturnedupoutsideapeelingplasterhousewhichannounceditselfonablackenedbrassplaquetobetheabodeofIgneousCutwell,DM(Unseen),MarsteroftheInfinit,Illuminartus,WyzardtoPrinces,GardianoftheSacredPortalls,IfOutleaveMailewithMrsNugentNextDoor.

           Suitablyimpresseddespitehispoundingheart,Mortliftedtheheavyknocker,whichwasintheshapeofarepulsivegargoylewithaheavyironringinitsmouth,andknockedtwice.

           Therewasabriefcommotionfromwithin,theseriesofhastydomesticsoundsthatmight,inalessexaltedhouse,havebeenmadeby,say,someoneshovellingthelunchplatesintothesinkandtidyingthelaundryoutofsight.

           Eventuallythedoorswungopen,slowlyandmysteriously.