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I
HAVE
AN
APPOINTMENT
WITH
ITS
RIDER
TOMORROW
IN
ANKH
,
said
Death
.
YOU
SEE
,
HE
ALLOWED
THE
DUKE
TO
PROVIDE
HIM
WITH
A
PACKED
LUNCH
.
The
king
,
whose
eminent
suitability
for
his
job
meant
that
he
was
not
automatically
quick
on
the
uptake
,
considered
this
for
a
moment
and
then
gave
a
short
laugh
.
He
noticed
Mort
for
the
first
time
.
’
Who
’
s
this
?
’
he
said
,
’
He
dead
too
?
’
MY
APPRENTICE
,
said
Death
.
WHO
WILL
BE
GETTING
A
GOOD
TALKING
-
TO
BEFORE
HE
’
S
MUCH
OLDER
,
THE
SCALLYWAG
.
’
Mort
,
’
said
Mort
automatically
.
The
sound
of
their
talking
washed
around
him
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
take
his
eyes
off
the
scene
around
them
.
He
felt
real
.
Death
looked
solid
.
The
king
looked
surprisingly
fit
and
well
for
someone
who
was
dead
.
But
the
rest
of
the
world
was
a
mass
of
sliding
shadows
.
Figures
were
bent
over
the
slumped
body
,
moving
through
Mort
as
if
they
were
no
more
substantial
than
a
mist
.
The
girl
was
kneeling
down
,
weeping
.
’
That
’
s
my
daughter
,
’
said
the
king
.
’
I
ought
to
feel
sad
.
Why
don
’
t
I
?
’
EMOTIONS
GET
LEFT
BEHIND
.
IT
’
S
ALL
A
MATTER
OF
GLANDS
.
’
Ah
.
That
would
be
it
,
I
suppose
.
She
can
’
t
see
us
,
can
she
?
’
NO
.
