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’
Usual
fellow
?
You
mean
Death
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
That
’
s
him
,
’
said
the
abbot
,
cheerfully
.
Mort
’
s
mouth
hung
open
.
’
Die
a
lot
,
do
you
?
’
he
managed
.
’
A
fair
bit
.
A
fair
bit
.
Of
course
,
’
said
the
abbot
,
’
once
you
get
the
hang
of
it
,
it
’
s
only
a
matter
of
practice
.
’
’
It
is
?
’
’
We
must
be
off
,
’
said
the
abbot
.
Mort
’
s
mouth
snapped
shut
.
’
That
’
s
what
I
’
ve
been
trying
to
say
,
’
he
said
.
’
So
if
you
could
just
drop
me
off
down
in
the
valley
,
’
the
little
monk
continued
placidly
.
He
swept
past
Mort
and
headed
for
the
courtyard
.
Mort
stared
at
the
floor
for
a
moment
,
and
then
ran
after
him
in
a
way
which
he
knew
to
be
extremely
unprofessional
and
undignified
.
’
Now
look
—
’
he
began
.
’
The
other
one
had
a
horse
called
Binky
,
I
remember
,
’
said
the
abbot
pleasantly
.
’
Did
you
buy
the
round
off
him
?
’
