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BEGONE
,
YOU
BLACK
AND
MIDNIGHT
HAG
,
he
said
.
The
cook
’
s
small
eyes
narrowed
.
’
’
Oo
are
you
calling
a
midnight
bag
?
’
she
said
accusingly
,
and
hit
the
counter
with
the
fish
again
.
’
Look
at
this
,
’
she
said
.
’
Last
night
it
was
my
bedwarmer
,
in
the
morning
it
’
s
a
fish
.
I
ask
you
.
’
MAY
ALL
THE
DEMONS
OF
HELL
REND
YOUR
LIVING
SPIRIT
IF
YOU
DON
’
T
GET
OUT
OF
THE
SHOP
THIS
MINUTE
,
Death
tried
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
about
that
,
but
what
about
my
bedwarmer
?
It
’
s
no
place
for
a
respectable
woman
up
there
,
they
tried
to
—
’
IF
YOU
WOULD
CARE
TO
GO
AWAY
,
said
Death
desperately
,
I
WILL
GIVE
YOU
SOME
MONEY
.
’
How
much
?
’
said
the
cook
,
with
a
speed
that
would
have
outdistanced
a
striking
rattlesnake
and
given
lightning
a
nasty
shock
.
Death
pulled
out
his
coin
bag
and
tipped
a
heap
of
verdigrised
and
darkened
coins
on
the
counter
.
She
regarded
them
with
deep
suspicion
.
NOW
LEAVE
UPON
THE
INSTANT
,
said
Death
,
and
added
,
BEFORE
THE
SEARING
WINDS
OF
INFINITY
SCORCH
THY
WORTHLESS
CARCASS
.
’
My
husband
will
be
told
about
this
,
’
said
the
cook
darkly
,
as
she
left
the
shop
.
It
seemed
to
Death
that
no
threat
of
his
could
possibly
be
as
dire
.
