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wanted to ask what 'nuptials' meant.
What he actually said was, 'Yes. Thank you. I'd better be going. I'll try and write you a letter.'
'There's bound to Lezek waved back. Then, as the horse and its two riders disappeared from view, he lowered his hand and looked at it. The handshake . . . it had felt strange. But, somehow, he couldn't remember be someone passing who can read it to us,' said Lezek. 'Goodbye, Mort.' He blew his nose.'Goodbye, dad. I'll come back to visit,' said Mort. Death coughed tactfully, although it sounded like the pistol-crack of an ancient beam full of death-watch beetle.WE HAD BETTER BE GOING, he said. HOP UP, MORT.As Mort scrambled behind the ornate silver saddle Death leaned down and shook Lezek's hand.THANK YOU, he said.'He's a good lad at heart,' said Lezek. 'A bit dreamy, that's all. I suppose we were all young once.'Death considered this.No, he said, I DON'T THINK so.He gathered up the reins and turned the horse towards the Rim road. From his perch behind the black-robed figure Mort waved desperately.