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Dream
-
like
,
Mort
drifted
through
a
silent
world
.
.
.
.
The
bolt
struck
.
Death
brought
his
sword
around
in
a
double
-
handed
swing
that
passed
gently
through
the
king
’
s
neck
without
leaving
a
mark
.
To
Mort
,
spiralling
gently
through
the
twilight
world
,
it
looked
as
though
a
ghostly
shape
had
dropped
away
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
the
king
,
because
he
was
manifestly
still
standing
there
,
looking
directly
at
Death
with
an
expression
of
extreme
surprise
.
There
was
a
shadowy
something
around
his
feet
,
and
a
long
way
away
people
were
reacting
with
shouts
and
screams
.
A
GOOD
CLEAN
JOB
,
said
Death
.
ROYALTY
ARE
ALWAYS
A
PROBLEM
.
THEY
TEND
TO
WANT
TO
HANG
ON
.
YOUR
AVERAGE
PEASANT
,
NOW
,
HE
CAN
’
T
WAIT
.
’
Who
the
hell
are
you
?
’
said
the
king
.
’
What
are
you
doing
here
?
Eh
?
Guards
!
I
deman
—
’
The
insistent
message
from
his
eyes
finally
battered
through
to
his
brain
.
Mort
was
impressed
.
King
Olerve
had
held
on
to
his
throne
for
many
years
and
,
even
when
dead
,
knew
how
to
behave
.
’
Oh
,
’
he
said
,
’
I
see
.
I
didn
’
t
expect
to
see
you
so
oon
.
’
YOUR
MAJESTY
,
said
Death
,
bowing
,
FEW
DO
.
The
king
looked
around
.
It
was
quiet
and
dim
in
this
shadow
world
,
but
outside
there
seemed
to
be
a
lot
of
excitement
.
’
That
’
s
me
down
there
,
is
it
?
’
I
AM
AFRAID
SO
,
SIRE
.
