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’
I
will
not
.
’
YOU
’
RE
MAKING
THIS
VERY
DIFFICULT
.
’
Good
.
’
Death
’
s
fingers
drummed
impatiently
on
the
scytheblade
,
like
a
mouse
tapdancing
on
a
tin
.
He
seemed
to
be
thinking
.
He
looked
at
Ysabell
standing
over
Mort
,
and
then
turned
and
looked
at
the
others
crouching
against
a
shelf
.
No
,
he
said
eventually
.
No
.
I
CANNOT
BE
BIDDEN
.
I
CANNOT
BE
FORCED
.
I
WILL
DO
ONLY
THAT
WHICH
I
KNOW
TO
BE
RIGHT
.
He
waved
a
hand
,
and
the
sword
whirred
out
of
Ysabell
’
s
grasp
.
He
made
another
complicated
gesture
and
the
girl
herself
was
picked
up
and
pressed
gently
but
firmly
against
the
nearest
pillar
.
Mort
saw
the
dark
reaper
advance
on
him
again
,
blade
swinging
back
for
the
final
stroke
.
He
stood
over
the
boy
.
YOU
DON
’
T
KNOW
HOW
SORRY
THIS
MAKES
ME
,
he
aid
.
Mort
pulled
himself
on
to
his
elbows
.
