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’
I
might
,
’
he
said
.
Death
gave
him
a
surprised
look
for
several
seconds
,
and
then
started
to
laugh
.
The
sound
bounced
eerily
around
the
room
,
ringing
off
the
shelves
as
Death
,
still
laughing
like
an
earthquake
in
a
graveyard
,
held
Mort
’
s
own
glass
in
front
of
its
owner
’
s
eyes
.
Mort
tried
to
focus
.
He
saw
the
last
grain
of
sand
skid
down
the
glossy
surface
,
teeter
on
the
edge
and
then
drop
,
tumbling
in
slow
motion
,
towards
the
bottom
.
Candlelight
flickered
off
its
tiny
silica
facets
as
it
spun
gently
downward
.
It
landed
soundlessly
,
throwing
up
a
tiny
crater
.
The
light
in
Death
’
s
eyes
flared
until
it
filled
Mort
’
s
vision
and
the
sound
of
his
laughter
rattled
the
universe
.
And
then
Death
turned
the
hourglass
over
.
Once
again
the
great
hall
of
Sto
Lat
was
brilliant
with
candlelight
and
loud
with
music
.
As
the
guests
flocked
down
the
steps
and
descended
on
the
cold
buffet
the
Master
of
Ceremonies
was
in
non
-
stop
voice
,
introducing
those
who
,
by
reason
of
importance
or
simple
absent
-
mindedness
,
had
turned
up
late
.
As
for
example
:
The
Royal
Recogniser
,
Master
of
the
Queen
’
s
Bedchamber
,
His
Ipississumussness
Igneous
Cutwell
,
Wizard
Ist
Grade
(
UU
)
.
’
Cutwell
advanced
on
the
royal
couple
,
grinning
,
a
large
cigar
in
one
hand
.
’
May
I
kiss
the
bride
?
’
he
said
.
