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She
tried
to
laugh
.
It
didn
’
t
work
.
’
You
’
re
not
Death
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
’
re
only
doing
his
job
.
’
DEATH
is
WHOEVER
DOES
DEATH
’
S
JOB
.
The
shocked
pause
that
followed
this
was
broken
by
a
groan
from
further
along
the
dark
passage
.
Mort
turned
on
his
heel
and
hurried
towards
it
.
He
’
s
right
,
thought
Ysabell
.
Even
the
way
he
moves
.
.
.
.
But
the
fear
of
the
darkness
that
the
light
was
dragging
towards
her
overcame
any
other
doubts
and
she
crept
after
him
,
around
another
corner
and
into
what
appeared
,
in
the
fitful
glow
from
the
sword
,
to
be
a
cross
between
a
treasury
and
a
very
cluttered
attic
.
’
What
’
s
this
place
?
’
she
whispered
.
’
I
’
ve
never
seen
so
much
stuff
!
’
THE
KING
TAKES
IT
WITH
HIM
INTO
THE
NEXT
WORLD
,
said
Mort
.
’
He
certainly
doesn
’
t
believe
in
travelling
light
.
Look
,
there
’
s
a
whole
boat
.
And
a
gold
bathtub
!
’
DOUBTLESS
HE
WILL
WISH
TO
KEEP
CLEAN
WHEN
HE
GETS
THERE
.
’
And
all
those
statues
!
’
THOSE
STATUES
,
I
’
M
SORRY
TO
SAY
,
WERE
PEOPLE
.
SERVANTS
FOR
THE
KING
,
YOU
UNDERSTAND
.
Ysabell
’
s
face
set
grimly
.
