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He
reached
under
his
robe
again
and
pulled
out
an
oblong
shape
inexpertly
wrapped
and
tied
with
string
.
IT
’
S
FOR
YOU
,
he
said
,
PERSONALLY
.
YOU
NEVER
SHOWED
ANY
INTEREST
IN
IT
BEFORE
.
DID
YOU
THINK
IT
DIDN
’
T
EXIST
?
Mort
unwrapped
the
packet
and
realised
he
was
holding
a
small
leather
-
bound
book
.
On
the
spine
was
blocked
,
in
shiny
gold
leaf
,
the
one
word
:
Mort
.
He
leafed
backwards
through
the
unfilled
pages
until
he
found
the
little
trail
of
ink
,
winding
patiently
down
the
page
,
and
read
:
Mort
shut
the
book
with
a
little
snap
that
sounded
,
in
the
silence
,
like
the
crack
of
creation
,
and
smiled
uneasily
.
There
’
s
a
lot
of
pages
still
to
fill
,
’
he
said
.
’
How
much
sand
have
I
got
left
?
Only
Ysabell
said
that
since
you
turned
the
glass
over
that
means
I
shall
die
when
I
’
m
—
’
YOU
HAVE
SUFFICIENT
,
said
Death
coldly
.
MATHEMATICS
ISNT
ALL
IT
’
S
CRACKED
UP
TO
BE
.
’
How
do
you
feel
about
being
invited
to
christenings
?
’
I
THINK
NOT
.
I
WASN
’
T
CUT
OUT
TO
BE
A
FATHER
,
AND
CERTAINLY
NOT
A
GRANDAD
.
I
HAVEN
’
T
GOT
THE
RIGHT
KIND
OF
KNEES
.
He
put
down
his
wine
giass
and
nodded
at
Mort
.
MY
REGARDS
TO
YOUB
GOOD
LADY
,
he
said
.
AND
NOW
I
REALLY
MUST
BE
OFF
.
