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Death
hummed
to
himself
and
stowed
the
glass
away
in
whatever
mysterious
recess
it
had
occupied
.
They
turned
a
corner
and
hit
a
wall
of
sound
.
There
was
a
hall
full
of
people
there
,
under
a
cloud
of
smoke
and
chatter
that
rose
all
the
way
up
into
the
banner
-
haunted
shadows
in
the
roof
.
Up
in
a
gallery
a
trio
of
minstrels
were
doing
their
best
to
be
heard
and
not
succeeding
.
The
appearance
of
Death
didn
’
t
cause
much
of
a
stir
.
A
footman
by
the
door
turned
to
him
,
opened
his
mouth
and
then
frowned
in
a
distracted
way
and
thought
of
something
else
.
A
few
courtiers
glanced
in
their
direction
,
their
eyes
instantly
unfocusing
as
common
sense
overruled
the
other
five
.
WE
’
VE
GOT
A
FEW
MINUTES
,
said
Death
,
taking
a
drink
from
a
passing
tray
,
LET
’
S
MINGLE
.
’
They
can
’
t
see
me
either
!
’
said
Mort
.
’
But
I
’
m
real
!
’
REALITY
is
NOT
ALWAYS
WHAT
IT
SEEMS
,
said
Death
.
ANYWAY
,
IF
THEY
DON
’
T
WANT
TO
SEE
ME
,
THEY
CERTAINLY
DON
’
T
WANT
TO
SEE
YOU
.
THESE
ARE
ARISTOCRATS
,
BOY
.
THEY
’
RE
GOOD
AT
NOT
SEEING
THINGS
.
WHY
IS
THERE
A
CHERRY
ON
A
STICK
IN
THIS
DRINK
?
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
automatically
.
IT
’
S
NOT
AS
IF
IT
DOES
ANYTHING
FOR
THE
FLAVOUR
.
WHY
DOES
ANYONE
TAKE
A
PERFECTLY
GOOD
DRINK
AND
THEN
PUT
IN
A
CHERRY
ON
A
POLE
?
’
What
’
s
going
to
happen
next
?
’
said
Mort
.
An
elderly
earl
bumped
into
his
elbow
,
looked
everywhere
but
directly
at
him
,
shrugged
and
walked
away
.
TAKE
THESE
THINGS
,
NOW
,
said
Death
,
fingering
a
passing
canape
.
I
MEAN
,
MUSHROOMS
YES
,
CHICKEN
YES
,
CREAM
YES
,
I
’
VE
NOTHING
AGAINST
ANY
OF
THEM
,
BUT
WHY
IN
THE
NAME
OF
SANITY
MINCE
THEM
ALL
UP
AND
PUT
THEM
IN
LITTLE
PASTRY
CASES
?
