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’
Clean
job
.
Crossbow
,
was
it
?
’
YES
.
AND
NOW
,
SIRE
,
IF
YOU
WOULD
—
’
Who
did
it
?
’
said
the
king
.
Death
hesitated
.
A
HIRED
ASSASSIN
FROM
ANKH
-
MORPORK
,
he
said
.
’
Hmm
.
Clever
.
I
congratulate
Sto
Helit
.
And
here
’
s
me
filling
myself
with
antidotes
.
No
antidote
to
cold
steel
,
eh
?
Eh
?
’
INDEED
NOT
,
SIRE
.
’
The
old
rope
ladder
and
fast
horse
by
the
drawbridge
trick
,
eh
?
’
SO
IT
WOULD
APPEAR
,
SIRE
,
said
Death
,
taking
the
king
’
s
shade
gently
by
the
arm
.
IF
IT
’
S
ANY
CONSOLATION
,
THOUGH
,
THE
HORSE
NEEDS
TO
BE
FAST
.
’
Eh
?
’
Death
allowed
his
fixed
grin
to
widen
a
little
.
