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’
Goodbye
,
dad
.
I
’
ll
come
back
to
visit
,
’
said
Mort
.
Death
coughed
tactfully
,
although
it
sounded
like
the
pistol
-
crack
of
an
ancient
beam
full
of
death
-
watch
beetle
.
WE
HAD
BETTER
BE
GOING
,
he
said
.
HOP
UP
,
MORT
.
As
Mort
scrambled
behind
the
ornate
silver
saddle
Death
leaned
down
and
shook
Lezek
’
s
hand
.
THANK
YOU
,
he
said
.
’
He
’
s
a
good
lad
at
heart
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
A
bit
dreamy
,
that
’
s
all
.
I
suppose
we
were
all
young
once
.
’
Death
considered
this
.
No
,
he
said
,
I
DON
’
T
THINK
so
.
He
gathered
up
the
reins
and
turned
the
horse
towards
the
Rim
road
.
From
his
perch
behind
the
black
-
robed
figure
Mort
waved
desperately
.
Lezek
waved
back
.
Then
,
as
the
horse
and
its
two
riders
disappeared
from
view
,
he
lowered
his
hand
and
looked
at
it
.
The
handshake
.
.
.
it
had
felt
strange
.
But
,
somehow
,
he
couldn
’
t
remember
exactly
why
.
Mort
listened
to
the
clatter
of
stone
under
the
horse
’
s
hooves
.
Then
there
was
the
soft
thud
of
packed
earth
as
they
reached
the
road
,
and
then
there
was
nothing
at
all
.
