Hogfather - Cargo

The Archchancellor glanced up at the mistletoe, gave the beaming man a sharp look, and opened the little hatch in the door.

'Well, now, wassailing you fellows-' he began. 'Oh. Well, I must say you might've picked a better time . . .'

A hooded figure stepped through the wood of the door, carrying a limp bundle over its shoulder. The Senior Wrangler stepped backwards quickly.

'Oh ... no, not tonight . . .’

And then he noticed that what he had taken for a robe had lace around the bottom, and the hood, while quite definitely a hood, was nevertheless rather more stylish than the one he had first mistaken it for.

'Putting down or taking away?' said Ridcully.

Susan pushed back her hood. 'I need your help, Mr Ridcully,' she said.

'You're . . . aren't you Death's granddaughter?' said Ridcully. 'Didn't I meet you a few---'

'Yes,' sighed Susan.

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