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Tragic
heroes
always
moan
when
the
gods
take
an
interest
in
them
,
but
it
’
s
the
people
the
gods
ignore
who
get
the
really
tough
deals
.
His
father
was
yelling
at
him
,
as
usual
.
Mort
threw
the
rock
at
a
pigeon
,
which
was
almost
too
full
to
lurch
out
of
the
way
,
and
wandered
back
across
the
field
.
*
*
*
And
that
was
why
Mort
and
his
father
walked
down
through
the
mountains
into
Sheepridge
on
Hogswatch
Eve
,
with
Mort
’
s
rather
sparse
possessions
in
a
sack
on
the
back
of
a
donkey
.
The
town
wasn
’
t
much
more
than
four
sides
to
a
cobbled
square
,
lined
with
shops
that
provided
all
the
service
industry
of
the
farming
community
.
After
five
minutes
Mort
came
out
of
the
tailors
wearing
a
loose
fitting
brown
garment
of
imprecise
function
,
which
had
been
understandably
unclaimed
by
a
previous
owner
and
had
plenty
of
room
for
him
to
grow
,
on
the
assumption
that
he
would
grow
into
a
nineteen
-
legged
elephant
.
His
father
regarded
him
critically
.
’
Very
nice
,
’
he
said
,
’
for
the
money
.
’
’
It
itches
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
think
there
’
s
things
in
here
with
me
.
’
There
’
s
thousands
of
lads
in
the
world
’
d
be
very
thankful
for
a
nice
warm
—
’
Lezek
paused
,
and
gave
up
–
’
garment
like
that
,
my
lad
.
’
’
I
could
share
it
with
them
?
’
Mort
said
hopefully
.
