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Mort
took
a
last
look
along
the
corridor
.
The
big
doors
had
been
flung
back
and
the
court
was
spilling
out
.
Two
older
women
were
endeavouring
to
comfort
the
princess
,
but
she
was
striding
ahead
of
them
so
that
they
bounced
along
behind
her
like
a
couple
of
fussy
balloons
.
They
disappeared
up
another
corridor
.
ALREADY
A
QUEEN
,
said
Death
,
approvingly
.
Death
liked
style
.
They
were
on
the
roof
before
he
spoke
again
.
You
TRIED
TO
WARN
HIM
,
he
said
,
removing
Binky
’
s
nosebag
.
’
Yes
,
sir
.
Sorry
.
’
YOU
CANNOT
INTERFERE
WITH
FATE
.
WHO
ARE
YOU
TO
JUDGE
WHO
SHOULD
LIVE
AND
WHO
SHOULD
DIE
?
Death
watched
Mort
’
s
expression
carefully
.
ONLY
THE
GODS
ARE
ALLOWED
TO
DO
THAT
,
he
added
.
To
TINKER
WITH
THE
FATE
OF
EVEN
ONE
INDIVIDUAL
COULD
DESTROY
THE
WHOLE
WORLD
.
DO
YOU
UNDERSTAND
?
Mort
nodded
miserably
.
’
Are
you
going
to
send
me
home
?
’
he
said
.
Death
reached
down
and
swung
him
up
behind
the
saddle
.
BECAUSE
YOU
SHOWED
COMPASSION
?
No
.
I
MIGHT
HAVE
DONE
IF
YOU
HAD
SHOWN
PLEASURE
.
BUT
YOU
MUST
LEARN
THE
COMPASSION
PROPER
TO
YOUR
TRADE
.
’
What
’
s
that
?
’
A
SHARP
EDGE
.
