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The
horse
trotted
out
of
the
courtyard
and
into
the
sky
.
There
should
have
been
a
flash
or
rush
of
stars
.
The
air
should
have
spiralled
and
turned
into
speeding
sparks
such
as
normally
happens
in
the
common
,
everyday
trans
-
dimensional
hyper
-
jumps
.
But
this
was
Death
,
who
has
mastered
the
art
of
going
everywhere
without
ostentation
and
could
slide
between
dimensions
as
easily
as
he
could
slip
through
a
locked
door
,
and
they
moved
at
an
easy
gallop
through
cloud
canyons
,
past
great
billowing
mountains
of
cumulus
,
until
the
wisps
parted
in
front
of
them
and
the
Disc
lay
below
,
basking
in
sunlight
.
THAT
’
S
BECAUSE
TIME
IS
ADJUSTABLE
,
said
Death
,
hen
Mort
pointed
this
out
.
IT
’
S
NOT
REALLY
IMPORTANT
.
’
I
always
thought
it
was
.
’
PEOPLE
THINK
IT
’
S
IMPORTANT
ONLY
BECAUSE
THEY
INVENTED
IT
,
said
Death
sombrely
.
Mort
considered
this
rather
trite
,
but
decided
not
to
argue
.
’
What
are
we
going
to
do
now
?
’
he
said
.
THERE
’
S
A
PROMISING
WAR
IN
KLATCHISTAN
,
said
Death
.
SEVERAL
PLAGUE
OUTBREAKS
.
ONE
RATHER
IMPORTANT
ASSASSINATION
,
IF
YOU
’
D
PREFER
.
’
What
,
a
murder
?
’
AYE
,
A
KING
.
’
Oh
,
kings
,
’
said
Mort
dismissively
.
He
knew
about
kings
.
Once
a
year
a
band
of
strolling
players
,
or
at
any
rate
ambling
ones
,
came
to
Sheepridge
and
the
plays
they
performed
were
invariably
about
kings
.
Kings
were
always
killing
one
another
,
or
being
killed
.
The
plots
were
quite
complicated
,
involving
mistaken
identity
,
poisons
,
battles
,
long
-
lost
sons
,
ghosts
,
witches
and
,
usually
,
lots
of
daggers
.
Since
it
was
clear
that
being
a
king
was
no
picnic
it
was
amazing
that
half
the
cast
were
apparently
trying
to
become
one
.
Mort
’
s
idea
of
palace
life
was
a
little
hazy
,
but
he
imagined
that
no
-
one
got
much
sleep
.
