Death - Assassin

“Clean job. Crossbow, was it?”

YES. AND NOW, SIRE, IF YOU WOULD—

“Who did it?” said the king. Death hesitated.

A HIRED ASSASSIN FROM ANKH-MORPORK, he said.

“Hmm. Clever. I congratulate Sto Helit. And here’s me filling myself with antidotes. No antidote
to cold steel, eh? Eh?”

INDEED NOT, SIRE.

“The old rope ladder and fast horse by the drawbridge trick, eh?”

SO IT WOULD APPEAR, SIRE, said Death, taking the king’s shade gently by the arm. IF IT’S ANY
CONSOLATION, THOUGH, THE HORSE NEEDS TO BE FAST.

“Eh?”

Death allowed his fixed grin to widen a little.

I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH ITS RIDER TOMORROW IN ANKH, said Death. YOU SEE, HE ALLOWED
THE DUKE TO PROVIDE HIM WITH A PACKED LUNCH.

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Mort p37-38