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Death walked slowly across tiles in the\room, inspecting the serried rows of busy hourglasses. Albert followed dutifully behind with the great ledger open in his arms.
The sound roared around them, a vast grey waterfall of noise.
It came.
I WAS THINKING OF SENDING THE LAD OUT, he said.
Albert consulted his ledger. 'Well, Goodie wouldn't be any trouble and the Abbott is what you might call experienced,' he said. 'Shame about the princess. Only fifteen. Could be tricky.'
YES. IT is A PITY.
'Master?' from the shelves where, stretching away into the infinite distance, row upon row of hourglasses poured away the sands of mortal time. It was a heavy sound, a dull sound, a sound that poured like sullen custard over the bright roly-poly pudding of the soul.VERY WELL, said Death at last. I MAKE IT THREE.A QUIET NIGHT.'That'd be Goodie Hamstring, the Abbott Lobsang again, and this Princess Keli,' said Albert.Death looked at the three hourglasses in his hand