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Albert
stood
with
his
mouth
open
.
Finally
he
got
a
grip
on
himself
long
enough
to
blurt
out
,
’
Master
,
we
were
talking
about
Mort
!
’
MORT
WHO
?
’
Your
apprentice
,
master
,
’
said
Albert
patiently
.
Tall
young
lad
.
’
OF
COURSE
.
WELL
,
WE
’
LL
SEND
HIM
.
’
Is
he
ready
to
go
solo
,
master
?
’
said
Albert
doubtfully
.
Death
thought
about
it
.
HE
CAN
DO
IT
,
he
said
at
ast
.
HE
’
S
KEEN
,
HE
’
S
QUICK
TO
LEARN
AND
,
REALLY
,
e
added
,
PEOPLE
CANT
EXPECT
TO
HAVE
ME
RUNNING
AROUND
AFTER
THEM
ALL
THE
TIME
.
Mort
stared
blankly
at
the
velvet
wall
hangings
a
few
inches
from
his
eyes
.
I
’
ve
walked
through
a
wall
,
he
thought
.
And
that
’
s
impossible
.
He
gingerly
moved
the
hangings
aside
to
see
if
a
door
was
lurking
somewhere
,
but
there
was
nothing
but
crumbling
plaster
which
had
cracked
away
in
places
to
reveal
some
dampish
but
emphatically
solid
brickwork
.
He
prodded
it
experimentally
.
It
was
quite
clear
that
he
wasn
’
t
going
back
out
that
way
.
