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I
HAVE
A
PRESENT
FOR
YOU
.
Death
put
down
his
plate
of
hors
d
’
oeuvres
and
fumbled
in
the
mysterious
recesses
of
his
robe
.
When
his
skeletal
hand
emerged
it
was
holding
a
little
globe
between
thumb
and
forefinger
.
It
was
about
three
inches
across
.
It
could
have
been
the
largest
pearl
in
the
world
,
except
that
the
surface
was
a
moving
swirl
of
complicated
silver
shapes
,
forever
on
the
point
of
resolving
themselves
into
something
recognisable
but
always
managing
to
avoid
it
.
When
Death
dropped
it
into
Mort
’
s
outstretched
palm
it
felt
surprisingly
heavy
and
slightly
warm
.
FOR
YOU
AND
YOUR
LADY
.
A
WEDDING
PRESENT
.
A
DOWRY
.
’
It
’
s
beautiful
!
We
thought
the
silver
toast
rack
was
from
you
.
’
THAT
WAS
ALBERT
.
I
’
M
AFRAID
HE
DOESN
’
T
HAVE
MUCH
IMAGINATION
.
Mort
turned
the
globe
over
and
over
in
his
hands
.
The
shapes
boiling
inside
it
seemed
to
respond
to
his
touch
,
sending
little
streamers
of
light
arching
across
the
surface
towards
his
fingers
.
’
Is
it
a
pearl
?
’
he
said
.
YES
.
WHEN
SOMETHING
IRRITATES
AN
OYSTER
AND
CAN
’
T
BE
REMOVED
,
THE
POOR
THING
COATS
IT
WITH
MUCUS
AND
TURNS
IT
INTO
A
PEARL
.
THIS
IS
A
PEARL
OF
A
DIFFERENT
COLOUR
.
A
PEARL
OF
REALITY
.
ALL
THAT
SHINY
STUFF
IS
CONGEALED
ACTUALITY
.
YOU
OUGHT
TO
RECOGNISE
IT
–
YOU
CREATED
IT
,
AFTER
ALL
.
