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He
gave
her
a
blank
look
.
’
Don
’
t
be
bloody
stupid
,
’
he
said
,
’
he
’
s
Death
.
’
He
scratched
his
skin
.
He
felt
hot
and
dry
and
itchy
.
’
But
he
’
s
never
been
away
this
long
!
Not
even
when
there
was
that
big
plague
in
Pseudopolis
!
I
mean
,
he
has
to
be
here
in
the
mornings
to
do
the
books
and
work
out
the
nodes
and
—
’
Mort
grabbed
her
arms
.
’
All
right
,
all
right
,
’
he
said
,
as
soothingly
as
he
could
manage
.
’
I
’
m
sure
everything
’
s
okay
.
Just
settle
down
,
I
’
ll
go
and
check
.
.
.
why
have
you
got
your
eyes
shut
?
’
’
Mort
,
please
put
some
clothes
on
,
’
said
Ysabell
in
a
tight
little
voice
.
Mort
looked
down
.
’
Sorry
,
’
he
said
meekly
,
’
I
didn
’
t
realise
.
.
.
Who
put
me
to
bed
?
’
’
I
did
,
’
she
said
.
’
But
I
looked
the
other
way
.
’
Mort
dragged
on
his
breeches
,
shrugged
into
his
shirt
and
hurried
out
towards
Death
’
s
study
with
Ysabell
on
his
heels
.
Albert
was
in
there
,
jumping
from
foot
to
foot
like
a
duck
on
a
griddle
.
When
Mort
came
in
the
look
on
the
old
man
’
s
face
could
almost
have
been
gratitude
.
Mort
saw
with
amazement
that
there
were
tears
in
his
eyes
.
