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They
looked
at
Lezek
,
who
was
scratching
his
beard
.
’
How
do
you
feel
about
this
,
Mort
?
’
he
said
,
with
the
brittle
brightness
of
a
fever
victim
.
’
It
’
s
not
everyone
’
s
idea
of
an
occupation
.
It
’
s
not
what
I
had
in
mind
,
I
admit
.
But
they
do
say
that
undertaking
is
an
honoured
profession
.
It
’
s
your
choice
.
’
’
Undertaking
?
’
said
Mort
.
Death
nodded
,
and
raised
his
finger
to
his
lips
in
a
conspiratorial
gesture
.
’
It
’
s
interesting
,
’
said
Mort
slowly
.
’
I
think
I
’
d
like
to
try
it
.
’
’
Where
did
you
say
your
business
was
?
’
said
Lezek
.
’
Is
it
far
?
’
NO
FURTHER
THAN
THE
THICKNESS
OF
A
SHADOW
,
aid
Death
.
WHERE
THE
FIRST
PRIMAL
CELL
WAS
,
THERE
WAS
I
ALSO
.
WHERE
MAN
IS
,
THERE
AM
I
.
WHEN
THE
LAST
LIFE
CRAWLS
UNDER
FREEZING
STARS
,
THERE
WILL
I
BE
.
’
Ah
,
’
said
Lezek
,
’
you
get
about
a
bit
,
then
.
’
He
looked
puzzled
,
like
a
man
struggling
to
remember
something
important
,
and
then
obviously
gave
up
.
Death
patted
him
on
the
shoulder
in
a
friendly
fashion
and
turned
to
Mort
.
HAVE
YOU
ANY
POSSESSIONS
,
BOY
?
