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’
I
’
d
quite
like
to
see
a
real
king
,
’
he
said
.
’
They
wear
crowns
all
the
time
,
my
granny
said
.
Even
when
they
go
to
the
lavatory
.
’
Death
considered
this
carefully
.
THERE
’
S
NO
TECHNICAL
REASON
WHY
NOT
,
he
conceded
.
IN
MY
EXPERIENCE
,
HOWEVER
,
IT
IS
GENERALLY
NOT
THE
CASE
.
The
horse
wheeled
,
and
the
vast
flat
checkerboard
of
the
Sto
plain
sped
underneath
them
at
lightning
speed
.
This
was
rich
country
,
full
of
silt
and
rolling
cabbage
fields
and
neat
little
kingdoms
whose
boundaries
wriggled
like
snakes
as
small
,
formal
wars
,
marriage
pacts
,
complex
alliances
and
the
occasional
bit
of
sloppy
cartography
changed
the
political
shape
of
the
land
.
’
This
king
,
’
said
Mort
,
as
a
forest
zipped
beneath
them
,
’
is
he
good
or
bad
?
’
I
NEVER
CONCERN
MYSELF
WITH
SUCH
THINGS
,
said
Death
.
HE
’
S
NO
WORSE
THAN
ANY
OTHER
KING
,
I
IMAGINE
.
’
Does
he
have
people
put
to
death
?
’
said
Mort
,
and
remembering
who
he
was
talking
to
added
,
’
Saving
y
’
honour
’
s
presence
,
of
course
.
’
SOMETIMES
.
THERE
ARE
SOME
THINGS
YOU
HAVE
TO
DO
,
WHEN
YOU
’
RE
A
KING
.
A
city
slid
below
them
,
clustered
around
a
castle
built
on
a
rock
outcrop
that
poked
up
out
of
the
plain
like
a
geological
pimple
.
It
was
one
huge
rock
from
the
distant
Ramtops
,
Death
said
,
left
there
by
the
retreating
ice
in
the
legendary
days
when
the
Ice
Giants
waged
war
on
the
gods
and
rode
their
glaciers
across
the
land
in
an
attempt
to
freeze
the
whole
world
.
They
’
d
given
up
in
the
end
,
however
,
and
driven
their
great
glittering
flocks
back
to
their
hidden
lands
among
the
razor
-
backed
mountains
near
the
Hub
.
No
-
one
on
the
plains
knew
why
they
had
done
this
;
it
was
generally
considered
by
the
younger
generation
in
the
city
of
Sto
Lat
,
the
city
around
the
rock
,
that
it
was
because
the
place
was
dead
boring
.
Binky
trotted
down
over
nothingness
and
touched
down
on
the
flagstones
of
the
castle
’
s
topmost
tower
.
Death
dismounted
and
told
Mort
to
sort
out
the
nosebag
.
