Death - time unimportant

The horse trotted out of the courtyard and into the sky.

There should have been a flash or rush of stars. The air should have spiraled and turned into speeding sparks such as normally happens in the common, everyday trans-dimensional hyper-jumps. But this was Death, who has mastered the art of going everywhere without ostentation and could slide between dimensions as easily as he could slip through a locked door, and they moved at an easy gallop through cloud canyons, past great billowing mountains of cumulus, until the wisps parted in front of them and the Disc lay below, basking in sunlight.

THAT’S BECAUSE TIME IS ADJUSTABLE, said Death, when Mort pointed this out. IT’S NOT REALLY IMPORTANT.

“I always thought it was.”

PEOPLE THINK IT’S IMPORTANT ONLY BECAUSE THEY INVENTED IT, said Death somberly. Mort considered this rather trite, but decided not to argue.

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Mort p32