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Mort
staggered
into
the
room
,
smelling
of
horses
and
frost
and
scumble
.
’
I
hope
,
’
said
Ysabell
archly
,
’
that
you
have
not
forced
your
way
in
here
in
order
to
take
advantage
of
your
position
in
this
household
.
’
Mort
looked
around
him
.
Ysabell
was
heavily
into
frills
.
Even
the
dressing
table
seemed
to
be
wearing
a
petticoat
.
The
whole
room
wasn
’
t
so
much
furnished
as
lingeried
.
’
Look
,
I
haven
’
t
got
time
to
mess
around
,
’
he
said
.
’
Bring
that
candle
into
the
library
.
And
for
heaven
’
s
sake
put
on
something
sensible
,
you
’
re
overflowing
.
’
Ysabell
looked
down
,
and
then
her
head
snapped
up
.
’
Well
!
’
Mort
poked
his
head
back
round
the
door
.
’
It
’
s
a
matter
of
life
and
death
,
’
he
added
,
and
disappeared
.
Ysabell
watched
the
door
creak
shut
after
him
,
revealing
the
blue
dressing
gown
with
the
tassels
that
Death
had
thought
up
for
her
as
a
present
last
Hogswatch
and
which
she
hadn
’
t
the
heart
to
throw
away
,
despite
the
fact
that
it
was
a
size
too
small
and
had
a
rabbit
on
the
pocket
.
Finally
she
swung
her
legs
out
of
bed
,
slipped
into
the
shameful
dressing
gown
,
and
padded
out
into
the
corridor
.
Mort
was
waiting
for
her
.
