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’
Right
.
’
Albert
pushed
open
the
back
door
,
and
turned
to
regard
Mort
as
kindly
as
he
could
manage
.
’
It
’
s
best
not
to
ask
all
these
questions
,
’
he
said
,
’
it
upsets
people
.
Now
,
how
about
a
nice
fry
-
up
?
’
The
bell
rang
while
they
were
playing
dominoes
.
Mort
sat
to
attention
.
’
He
’
ll
want
the
horse
made
ready
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
Come
on
.
’
They
went
out
to
the
stable
in
the
gathering
dusk
,
and
Mort
watched
the
old
man
saddle
up
Death
’
s
horse
.
’
His
name
’
s
Binky
,
’
said
Albert
,
fastening
the
girth
.
’
It
just
goes
to
show
,
you
never
can
tell
.
’
Bulky
tried
to
eat
his
scarf
in
an
affectionate
way
.
Mort
remembered
the
woodcut
in
his
grandmother
’
s
almanack
,
between
the
page
on
planting
times
and
the
phases
of
the
moon
section
,
showing
Dethe
thee
Great
Levyller
Comes
To
Alle
Menne
.
He
’
d
stared
at
it
hundreds
of
times
when
learning
his
letters
.
It
wouldn
’
t
have
been
half
so
impressive
if
it
had
been
generally
known
that
the
flame
-
breathing
horse
the
spectre
rode
was
called
Binky
.
’
I
would
have
thought
something
like
Fang
or
Sabre
or
Ebony
,
’
Albert
continued
,
’
but
the
master
will
have
his
little
fancies
,
you
know
.
Looking
forward
to
it
,
are
you
?
’
’
I
think
so
,
’
said
Mort
uncertainly
.
’
I
’
ve
never
seen
Death
actually
at
work
.
’
