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(
That
was
a
cinematic
trick
adapted
for
print
.
Death
wasn
’
t
talking
to
the
princess
.
He
was
actually
in
his
study
,
talking
to
Mort
.
But
it
was
quite
effective
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
It
’
s
probably
called
a
fast
dissolve
,
or
a
crosscut
/
zoom
.
Or
something
.
An
industry
where
a
senior
technician
is
called
a
Best
Boy
might
call
it
anything
.
)
AND
WHAT
IS
THAT
?
he
added
,
winding
a
bit
of
black
silk
around
the
wicked
hook
in
a
little
vice
he
’
d
clamped
to
his
desk
.
Mort
hesitated
.
Mostly
this
was
because
of
fear
and
embarrassment
,
but
it
was
also
because
the
sight
of
a
hooded
spectre
peacefully
tying
dry
flies
was
enough
to
make
anyone
pause
.
Besides
,
Ysabell
was
sitting
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
ostensibly
doing
some
needlework
but
also
watching
him
through
a
cloud
of
sullen
disapproval
.
He
could
feel
her
red
-
rimmed
eyes
boring
into
the
back
of
his
neck
.
Death
inserted
a
few
crow
hackles
and
whistled
a
busy
little
tune
through
his
teeth
,
not
having
anything
else
to
whistle
through
.
He
looked
up
.
HMM
?
They
–
didn
’
t
go
as
smoothly
as
I
thought
,
’
said
Mort
,
standing
nervously
on
the
carpet
in
front
of
the
desk
.
You
HAD
TROUBLE
?
said
Death
,
snipping
off
a
few
scraps
of
feather
.
’
Well
,
you
see
,
the
witch
wouldn
’
t
come
away
,
and
the
monk
,
well
,
he
started
out
all
over
again
.
’
THERE
’
S
NOTHING
TO
WORRY
ABOUT
THERE
,
LAD
—
