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’
Spoil
it
all
?
Have
you
seen
what
the
lad
has
done
?
’
snapped
Albert
,
still
trying
to
reach
the
edge
of
the
ring
.
Death
raised
his
skull
and
sniffed
the
air
.
The
sound
cut
through
all
the
other
noises
in
the
hall
and
forced
them
into
silence
.
It
was
the
kind
of
noise
that
is
heard
on
the
twilight
edges
of
dreams
,
the
sort
that
you
wake
from
in
a
cold
sweat
of
mortal
horror
.
It
was
the
snuffling
under
the
door
of
dread
.
It
was
like
the
snuffling
of
a
hedgehog
,
but
if
so
then
it
was
the
kind
of
hedgehog
that
crashes
out
of
the
verges
and
flattens
lorries
.
It
was
the
kind
of
noise
you
wouldn
’
t
want
to
hear
twice
;
you
wouldn
’
t
want
to
hear
it
once
.
Death
straightened
up
slowly
.
IS
THIS
HOW
HE
REPAYS
MY
KINDNESS
?
TO
STEAL
MY
DAUGHTER
,
INSULT
MY
SERVANTS
,
AND
RISK
THE
FABRIC
OF
REALITY
ON
A
PERSONAL
WHIM
?
OH
,
FOOLISH
,
FOOLISH
,
I
HAVE
BEEN
FOOLISH
TOO
LONG
!
’
Master
,
if
you
would
just
be
so
good
as
to
let
go
of
my
robe
—
’
began
Albert
,
and
the
wizard
noticed
a
pleading
edge
to
his
voice
that
hadn
’
t
been
there
before
.
Death
ignored
him
.
He
snapped
his
fingers
like
a
castanet
and
the
apron
around
his
waist
exploded
into
brief
flames
.
The
kitten
,
however
,
he
put
down
very
carefully
and
gently
pushed
away
with
his
foot
.
DID
I
NOT
GIVE
HIM
THE
GREATEST
OPPORTUNITY
?
’
Exactly
,
master
,
and
now
if
you
could
see
your
way
clear
—
’
