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’
Not
many
have
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
Not
twice
,
at
any
rate
.
’
Mort
took
a
deep
breath
.
’
About
this
daughter
of
his
—
’
he
began
.
AH
.
GOOD
EVENING
,
ALBERT
,
BOY
.
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
automatically
.
Death
strode
into
the
stable
,
stooping
a
little
to
clear
the
ceiling
.
Albert
nodded
,
not
in
any
subservient
way
,
Mort
noticed
,
but
simply
out
of
form
.
Mort
had
met
one
or
two
servants
,
on
the
rare
occasions
he
’
d
been
taken
into
town
,
and
Albert
wasn
’
t
like
any
of
them
.
He
seemed
to
act
as
though
the
house
really
belonged
to
him
and
its
owner
was
just
a
passing
guest
,
something
to
be
tolerated
like
peeling
paintwork
or
spiders
in
the
lavatory
.
Death
put
up
with
it
too
,
as
though
he
and
Albert
had
said
everything
that
needed
to
be
said
a
long
time
ago
and
were
simply
content
,
now
,
to
get
on
with
their
jobs
with
the
minimum
of
inconvenience
all
round
.
To
Mort
it
was
rather
like
going
for
a
walk
after
a
really
bad
thunderstorm
–
everything
was
quite
fresh
,
nothing
was
particularly
unpleasant
,
but
there
was
the
sense
of
vast
energies
just
expended
.
Finding
out
about
Albert
tagged
itself
on
to
the
end
of
his
list
of
things
to
do
.
HOLD
THIS
,
said
Death
,
and
pushed
a
scythe
into
his
hand
while
he
swung
himself
up
on
to
Binky
.
The
scythe
looked
normal
enough
,
except
for
the
blade
:
it
was
so
thin
that
Mort
could
see
through
it
,
a
pale
blue
shimmer
in
the
air
that
could
slice
flame
and
chop
sound
.
He
held
it
very
carefully
.
RIGHT
,
BOY
,
said
Death
.
COME
ON
UP
.
ALBERT
.
DON
’
T
WAIT
UP
.
