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’
Lads
?
’
He
tripped
over
the
prone
bodies
.
’
Oh
,
’
he
said
.
Slow
as
his
mind
was
,
it
was
quick
enough
to
realise
something
very
important
.
He
was
in
a
back
alley
in
The
Shades
,
and
he
was
alone
.
He
ran
for
it
,
and
got
quite
a
long
way
.
Death
walked
slowly
across
tiles
in
the
lifetimer
room
,
inspecting
the
serried
rows
of
busy
hourglasses
.
Albert
followed
dutifully
behind
with
the
great
ledger
open
in
his
arms
.
The
sound
roared
around
them
,
a
vast
grey
waterfall
of
noise
.
It
came
from
the
shelves
where
,
stretching
away
into
the
infinite
distance
,
row
upon
row
of
hourglasses
poured
away
the
sands
of
mortal
time
.
It
was
a
heavy
sound
,
a
dull
sound
,
a
sound
that
poured
like
sullen
custard
over
the
bright
roly
-
poly
pudding
of
the
soul
.
VERY
WELL
,
said
Death
at
last
.
I
MAKE
IT
THREE
.
A
QUIET
NIGHT
.
’
That
’
d
be
Goodie
Hamstring
,
the
Abbott
Lobsang
again
,
and
this
Princess
Keli
,
’
said
Albert
.
Death
looked
at
the
three
hourglasses
in
his
hand
.
