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’
You
’
re
rather
younger
than
I
imagined
,
’
she
said
.
Mort
said
nothing
.
Then
Goodie
Hamstring
said
,
quietly
,
’
You
know
,
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
re
who
I
was
expecting
at
all
.
’
Mort
cleared
his
throat
.
’
Who
were
you
expecting
,
precisely
?
’
he
said
.
’
Death
,
’
said
the
witch
,
simply
.
’
It
’
s
part
of
the
arrangement
,
you
see
.
One
gets
to
know
the
time
of
one
’
s
death
in
advance
,
and
one
is
guaranteed
–
personal
attention
.
’
’
I
’
m
it
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
It
?
’
’
The
personal
attention
.
He
sent
me
.
I
work
for
him
.
No
-
one
else
would
have
me
.
’
Mort
paused
.
This
was
all
wrong
.
He
’
d
be
sent
home
again
in
disgrace
.
His
first
bit
of
responsibility
,
and
he
’
d
ruined
it
.
He
could
already
hear
people
laughing
at
him
.
The
wail
started
in
the
depths
of
his
embarrassment
and
blared
out
like
a
foghorn
.
’
Only
this
is
my
first
real
job
and
it
’
s
all
gone
wrong
!
’
The
scythe
fell
to
the
floor
with
a
clatter
,
slicing
a
piece
off
the
table
leg
and
cutting
a
flagstone
in
half
.
Goodie
watched
him
for
some
time
,
with
her
head
on
one
side
.
Then
she
said
,
’
I
see
.
What
is
your
name
,
young
man
?
’
