Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Usingmagic?’

           ’Um,’saidMort,’Idon’tthinkso.’

           Thenpickverythinwalls,’saidCutwell.’Betterstill,usethedoor.Theoneovertherewouldbefavourite,ifyou’vejustcomeheretowastemytime.’

           Morthesitated,andthenputthebagofgoldcoinsonthetable.Thewizardglancedatthem,madealittlewhinnyingnoiseinthebackofhisthroat,andreachedout,Mort’shandshotacrossandgrabbedhiswrist.

           ’I’vewalkedthroughwalls,’hesaid,slowlyanddeliberately.

           ’Ofcourseyouhave,ofcourseyouhave,’mumbledCutwell,nottakinghiseyesoffthebag.Heflickedthecorkoutofthebottleofblueliquidandtookanabsent-mindedswig.

           ’OnlybeforeIdiditIdidn’tknowthatIcould,andwhenIwasdoingitIdidn’tknowIwas,andnowI’vedoneitIcan’trememberhowitwasdone.AndIwanttodoitagain.’

           ’Why?’

           ’Because,’saidMort,’ifIcouldwalkthroughwallsIcoulddoanything.’

           ’Verydeep,’agreedCutwell.’Philosophical.Andthenameoftheyoungladyontheothersideofthiswall?’

           ’She’s—’Mortswallowed.’Idon’tknowhername.Evenifthereisagirl,’headdedhaughtily,’andI’mnotsayingthereis.’