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There
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
time
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
Father
,
he
didn
’
t
mean
—
’
BE
SILENT
.
Ysabell
dropped
her
gaze
.
’
Yes
,
father
.
’
Death
stalked
around
the
desk
until
he
was
standing
directly
in
front
of
Mort
.
He
stared
at
him
for
a
long
time
.
Then
in
one
blurred
movement
his
hand
struck
Mort
across
the
face
,
knocking
him
off
his
feet
.
I
INVITE
YOU
INTO
MY
HOME
,
he
said
,
I
TRAIN
YOU
,
I
FEED
YOU
,
I
CLOTHE
YOU
,
I
GIVE
YOU
OPPORTUNITIES
YOU
COULD
NOT
DREAM
OF
,
AND
THUS
YOU
REPAY
ME
.
YOU
SEDUCE
MY
DAUGHTER
FROM
ME
,
YOU
NEGLECT
THE
DUTY
,
YOU
MAKE
RIPPLES
IN
REALITY
THAT
WILL
TAKE
A
CENTURY
TO
HEAL
.
YOUR
ILL
-
TIMED
ACTIONS
HAVE
DOOMED
YOUR
COMRADES
TO
OBLIVION
.
THE
GODS
WILL
DEMAND
NOTHING
LESS
.
ALL
IN
ALL
,
BOY
,
NOT
A
GOOD
START
TO
YOUR
FIRST
JOB
.
Mort
struggled
into
a
sitting
position
,
holding
his
cheek
.
It
burned
coldly
,
like
comet
ice
.
’
Mort
,
’
he
said
.
IT
SPEAKS
!
WHAT
DOES
IT
SAY
?
