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Death
’
s
foot
lashed
out
at
groin
height
with
a
speed
that
even
made
Cutwell
wince
.
Mort
silently
curled
into
a
ball
and
rolled
across
the
floor
.
Through
his
tears
he
saw
Death
advancing
,
scytheblade
in
one
hand
and
Mort
’
s
own
hourglass
in
the
other
.
He
saw
Keli
and
Ysabell
swept
disdainfully
aside
as
they
made
a
grab
for
the
robe
.
He
saw
Cutwell
elbowed
in
the
ribs
,
his
candlestick
clattering
across
the
tiles
.
Death
stood
over
him
.
The
tip
of
the
blade
hovered
in
front
of
Mort
’
s
eyes
for
a
moment
,
and
then
swept
upwards
.
’
You
’
re
right
.
There
’
s
no
justice
.
There
’
s
just
you
.
’
Death
hesitated
,
and
then
slowly
lowered
the
blade
.
He
turned
and
looked
down
into
Ysabell
’
s
face
.
She
was
shaking
with
anger
.
YOUR
MEANING
?
She
glowered
up
at
Death
’
s
face
and
then
her
hand
swung
back
and
swung
around
and
swung
forward
and
connected
with
a
sound
like
a
dice
box
.
It
was
nothing
like
as
loud
as
the
silence
that
followed
it
.
Keli
shut
her
eyes
.
Cutwell
turned
away
and
put
his
arms
over
his
head
.
Death
raised
a
hand
to
his
skull
,
very
slowly
.
