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’
You
could
let
them
go
,
’
said
Mort
.
They
just
got
involved
.
It
wasn
’
t
their
fault
.
You
could
rearrange
this
so
—
’
WHY
SHOULD
I
DO
THAT
?
THEY
BELONG
TO
ME
NOW
.
’
I
’
ll
fight
you
for
them
,
’
said
Mort
.
VERY
NOBLE
.
MORTALS
FIGHT
ME
ALL
THE
TIME
.
YOU
ARE
DISMISSED
.
Mort
got
to
his
feet
.
He
remembered
what
being
Death
had
been
like
.
He
caught
hold
of
the
feeling
,
let
it
surface
.
.
.
.
NO
,
he
said
.
AH
.
YOU
CHALLENGE
ME
AS
BETWEEN
EQUALS
,
THEN
?
Mort
swallowed
.
But
at
least
the
way
was
clear
now
.
When
you
step
off
a
cliff
,
your
life
takes
a
very
definite
direction
.
’
If
necessary
,
’
he
said
.
’
And
if
I
win
—
’
IF
YOU
WIN
,
YOU
WILL
BE
IN
A
POSITION
TO
DO
WHATEVER
YOU
PLEASE
,
said
Death
.
FOLLOW
ME
.
