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’
Doesn
’
t
seem
very
fair
,
does
it
?
Don
’
t
the
gods
bother
about
justice
and
mercy
?
’
snapped
Ysabell
.
Without
anyone
quite
noticing
she
had
picked
up
the
sword
.
Death
grinned
.
I
APPLAUD
YOUR
EFFORTS
,
he
said
,
BUT
THEY
AVAIL
YOU
NAUGHT
.
STAND
ASIDE
.
’
No
.
’
YOU
MUST
BE
AWARE
THAT
EVEN
LOVE
IS
NO
DEFENCE
AGAINSTME
.
I
AM
SORRY
.
Ysabell
raised
the
sword
.
’
You
’
re
sorry
?
’
STAND
ASIDE
,
I
SAY
.
’
No
.
You
’
re
just
being
vindictive
It
’
s
not
fair
!
’
Death
bowed
his
skull
for
a
moment
,
then
looked
up
with
his
eyes
blazing
.
YOU
WILL
DO
AS
YOU
ABE
TOLD
.
