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Death
was
struggling
with
the
index
.
’
People
die
all
the
time
,
sir
,
don
’
t
they
?
Millions
.
You
must
be
very
busy
.
But
—
’
Death
gave
Mort
the
look
he
was
coming
to
be
familiar
with
.
It
started
off
as
blank
surprise
,
flickered
briefly
towards
annoyance
,
called
in
for
a
drink
at
recognition
and
settled
finally
on
vague
forbearance
.
BUT
?
’
I
’
d
have
thought
you
’
d
have
been
,
well
,
out
and
about
a
bit
more
.
You
know
.
Stalking
the
streets
.
My
granny
’
s
almanack
’
s
got
a
picture
of
you
with
a
scythe
and
stuff
.
’
I
SEE
.
I
AM
AFRAID
IT
IS
HARD
TO
EXPLAIN
UNLESS
YOU
KNOW
ABOUT
POINT
INCARNATION
AND
NODE
FOCUSING
.
I
DON
’
T
EXPECT
YOU
DO
?
’
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
’
GENERALLY
I
’
M
ONLY
EXPECTED
TO
MAKE
AN
ACTUAL
APPEARANCE
ON
SPECIAL
OCCASIONS
.
’
Like
a
king
,
I
suppose
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
mean
,
a
king
is
reigning
even
when
he
’
s
doing
something
else
or
asleep
,
even
.
Is
that
it
,
sir
?
’
IT
’
LL
DO
,
said
Death
,
rolling
up
the
maps
.
AND
NOW
,
BOY
,
IF
YOU
’
VE
FINISHED
THE
STABLE
YOU
CAN
GO
AND
SEE
IF
ALBERT
HAS
ANY
JOBS
HE
WANTS
DOING
.
IF
YOU
LIKE
,
YOU
CAN
COME
OUT
ON
THE
ROUND
WITH
ME
THIS
EVENING
.
