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’
I
had
an
excellent
teacher
,
’
said
the
Emperor
.
ABOUT
TIME
,
TOO
,
said
Mort
,
and
swung
the
sword
.
A
moment
later
the
soul
of
the
Vizier
got
up
from
the
mat
and
looked
Mort
up
and
down
.
’
Who
are
you
,
barbarian
?
’
he
snapped
.
DEATH
.
’
Not
my
Death
,
’
said
the
Vizier
firmly
.
’
Where
’
s
the
Black
Celestial
Dragon
of
Fire
?
’
HE
COULDN
’
T
COME
,
said
Mort
.
There
were
shadows
forming
in
the
air
behind
the
Vizier
’
s
soul
.
Several
of
them
wore
emperor
’
s
robes
,
but
there
were
plenty
of
others
jostling
them
,
and
they
all
looked
most
anxious
to
welcome
the
newcomer
to
the
lands
of
the
dead
.
’
I
think
there
’
s
some
people
here
to
see
you
,
’
said
Mort
,
and
hurried
away
.
As
he
reached
the
passageway
the
Vizier
’
s
soul
started
to
scream
.
.
.
.
Ysabell
was
standing
patiently
by
Binky
,
who
was
making
a
late
lunch
of
a
five
-
hundred
-
year
-
old
bonsai
tree
.
’
One
down
,
’
said
Mort
,
climbing
into
the
saddle
.
