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Death stood with the third glass in his hand, staring thoughtfully at the play of light across its surface. He sighed.
ONE so YOUNG. . . .
'Are you feeling all right, master?' said Albert, his voice full of concern.
TIME LIKE AN EVER-ROLLING STREAM BEARS ALL ITS. . . .
'Master!'
WHAT? said Death, snapping out of it. 'You've been overdoing it, master, that's what it is—'
WHAT ARE YOU BLATHERING ABOUT, MAN?
'You had a'Sadness, master. I think. Now —'
I AM SADNESS.
Albert stood with his mouth open. Finally he got a grip on himself long enough to blurt out, 'Master, we were talking about Mort!' bit of a funny turn there, master.'NONSENSE. I HAVE NEVER FELT BETTER. NOW, WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT?Albert shrugged, and peered down at the entries in the book.'Goodie's a witch,' he said. 'She might get a bit annoyed if you send Mort.'All practitioners of magic earned the right, once their own personal sands had run out, of being claimed by Death himself rather than his minor functionaries.Death didn't appear to hear Albert. He was staring at Princess Keli's hourglass again.WHAT is THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE?
MORT WHO?