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He
stood
up
,
appearing
to
grow
larger
as
the
room
darkened
.
DON
’
T
BOTHER
TO
APOLOGISE
,
he
added
.
Keli
buried
her
head
in
Cutwell
’
s
ample
chest
.
I
AM
BACK
.
AND
I
AM
ANGRY
.
’
Master
,
I
—
’
Mort
began
.
SHUT
UP
,
said
Death
.
He
beckoned
Keli
with
a
calcareous
forefinger
.
She
turned
to
look
at
him
,
her
body
not
daring
to
disobey
.
Death
reached
out
and
touched
her
chin
.
Mort
’
s
hand
went
to
his
sword
.
IS
THIS
THE
FACE
THAT
LAUNCHED
A
THOUSAND
SHIPS
,
AND
BURNED
THE
TOPLESS
TOWERS
OF
PSEUDO
—
POLIS
?
wondered
Death
.
Keli
stared
hypnotised
at
the
red
pinpoints
miles
deep
in
those
dark
sockets
.
’
Er
,
excuse
me
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
holding
his
hat
respectfully
,
Mexican
fashion
.
WELL
?
said
Death
,
distracted
.
