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The
round
?
’
said
Mort
,
now
completely
lost
.
’
Or
whatever
.
Forgive
me
,
’
said
the
abbot
,
’
I
don
’
t
really
know
how
these
things
are
organised
,
lad
.
’
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
,
absently
.
’
And
I
think
you
’
re
supposed
to
come
back
with
me
,
sir
.
If
you
don
’
t
mind
,
’
he
added
,
in
what
he
hoped
was
a
firm
and
authoritative
manner
.
The
monk
turned
and
smiled
pleasantly
at
him
.
’
I
wish
I
could
,
’
he
said
.
’
Perhaps
one
day
.
Now
,
if
you
could
give
me
a
lift
as
far
as
the
nearest
village
,
I
imagine
I
’
m
being
conceived
about
now
.
’
’
Conceived
?
But
you
’
ve
just
died
!
’
said
Mort
.
’
Yes
,
but
,
you
see
,
I
have
what
you
might
call
a
season
ticket
,
’
the
abbot
explained
.
Light
dawned
on
Mort
,
but
very
slowly
.
’
Oh
,
’
he
said
,
’
I
’
ve
read
about
this
.
Reincarnation
,
yes
?
’
That
’
s
the
word
.
Fifty
-
three
times
so
far
.
Or
fifty
-
four
.
’
Binky
looked
up
as
they
approached
and
gave
a
short
neigh
of
recognition
when
the
abbot
patted
his
nose
.
Mort
mounted
up
and
helped
the
abbot
up
behind
him
.
