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Death
pulled
up
short
,
so
that
Mort
walked
into
him
.
When
the
boy
started
to
speak
he
waved
him
into
silence
.
He
appeared
to
be
listening
to
something
.
THERE
ARE
TIMES
,
YOU
KNOW
,
he
said
,
half
to
himself
,
WHEN
I
GET
REALLY
UPSET
.
He
turned
on
one
heel
and
set
off
down
an
alleyway
at
high
speed
,
his
cloak
flying
out
behind
him
.
The
alley
wound
between
dark
walls
and
sleeping
buildings
,
not
so
much
a
thoroughfare
as
a
meandering
gap
.
Death
stopped
by
a
decrepit
water
butt
and
plunged
his
arm
in
at
full
length
,
bringing
out
a
small
sack
with
a
brick
tied
to
it
.
He
drew
his
sword
,
a
line
of
flickering
blue
fire
in
the
darkness
,
and
sliced
through
the
string
.
I
GET
VERY
ANGRY
INDEED
,
he
said
.
He
upended
the
sack
and
Mort
watched
the
pathetic
scraps
of
sodden
fur
slide
out
,
to
lie
in
their
spreading
puddle
on
the
cobbles
.
Death
reached
out
with
his
white
fingers
and
stroked
them
gently
.
After
a
while
something
like
grey
smoke
curled
up
from
the
kittens
and
formed
three
small
cat
-
shaped
clouds
in
the
air
.
They
billowed
occasionally
,
unsure
of
their
shape
,
and
blinked
at
Mort
with
puzzled
grey
eyes
.
When
he
tried
to
touch
one
his
hand
went
straight
through
it
,
and
tingled
.
YOU
DON
’
T
SEE
PEOPLE
AT
THEIR
BEST
IN
THIS
JOB
,
aid
Death
.
He
blew
on
a
kitten
,
sending
it
gently
tumbling
.
Its
miaow
of
complaint
sounded
as
though
it
had
come
from
a
long
way
away
via
a
tin
tube
.
They
’
re
souls
,
aren
’
t
they
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
What
do
people
look
like
?
’
PEOPLE
SHAPED
,
said
Death
.
IT
’
S
BASICALLY
ALL
OWN
TO
THE
CHARACTERISTIC
MORPHOGENETIC
FIELD
.
He
sighed
like
the
swish
of
a
shroud
,
picked
the
kittens
out
of
the
air
,
and
carefully
stowed
them
away
somewhere
in
the
dark
recesses
of
his
robe
.
He
stood
up
.
