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The
crowds
that
gently
parted
for
his
new
master
closed
again
just
in
time
to
get
in
his
way
.
His
toes
got
trodden
on
,
his
ribs
were
bruised
,
people
kept
trying
to
sell
him
unpleasant
spices
and
suggestively
-
shaped
vegetables
,
and
a
rather
elderly
lady
said
,
against
all
the
evidence
,
that
he
looked
a
well
set
-
up
young
lad
who
would
like
a
nice
tune
.
He
thanked
her
very
much
,
and
said
that
he
hoped
he
was
having
a
nice
tune
already
.
Death
reached
the
street
corner
,
the
light
from
the
flares
raising
brilliant
highlights
on
the
olished
dome
of
his
skull
,
and
sniffed
the
air
.
A
drunk
staggered
up
,
and
without
quite
realising
why
made
a
slight
detour
in
his
erratic
passage
for
no
visible
reason
.
THIS
IS
THE
CITY
,
BOY
,
said
Death
.
WHAT
DO
YOU
THINK
?
’
It
’
s
very
big
,
’
said
Mort
,
uncertainly
.
’
I
mean
,
why
does
everyone
want
to
live
all
squeezed
together
like
this
?
’
Death
shrugged
.
I
LIKE
IT
,
he
said
.
IT
’
S
FULL
OF
LIFE
.
’
Sir
?
’
YES
?
’
What
’
s
a
curry
?
’
The
blue
fires
flared
deep
in
the
eyes
of
Death
.
