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Susan saddled the horse and mounted up.
Beyond Death's garden were fields of corn, their golden sheen the only colour in the landscape. Death might not have been any good at grass (black) and apple trees (gloss black on black), but all the depth of colour he hadn't put elsewhere he'd put inand just stood, looking around.
Binky followed the path and stopped at the end.
Then he turned, managing not to disturb a single ear.
'I don't know how you do this,' Susan whispered, 'but you must be able to do it, and you know where I want to go.'
The horse appeared to nod. Albert had said that Binky was a genuine flesh‑and‑blood horse, but maybe you couldn't be ridden by Death for hundreds of years without learning something. He looked as though he'd been pretty bright to start with. the fields. They rippled as if in the wind, except that there wasn't any wind.Susan couldn't imagine why he'd done it.There was a path, though. It led across the fields for half a mile or so, then disappeared abruptly. It looked as though somebody walked out here occasionally

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you've been troubled, you're let off.'
'That's sarcasm! You can't talk to me like that! You're just a servant!'
'That's right. black crayon, some towering, battlemented, Gothic mansion. It would loom, and involve other words ending in 'oom', like gloom and doom. There would have been thousands of windows. She'd fill odd corners of the sky with bats. It would be impressive.
It wouldn't be a cottage. It wouldn't have a rather tasteless garden. It wouldn't have a mat in front of the door with 'Welcome' on it.And so are you. So I should get started, if I was you. The rat'll help. He mainly does rats, but the principle's the same.'Susan sat with her mouth open.'I'm going outside,' she snapped.'I ain't stopping you.'Susan stormed out through the back door, across the enormous expanses of the outer room, past the grindstone in the yard, and into the garden.'Huh,' she said.If someone had told Susan that Death had a house, she would have called them mad or, even worse, stupid. But if she'd had to imagine one, she'd have drawn, in sensible

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shadows and fled before he could make out what it was.
The Watch House door slammed open and Carrot emerged, sword in hand.
'Where'd it go? Where'd it go?'
'Dunno. What , didn't you? Did it all wrong! Now she's run off and you'll never see her again!
He turned. A small grey dog was watching him intently from the doorway.
Shock like that, she might never Change back again said his thoughts. Who cares if she's a werewolf? That didn't bother you until you knew! Incident'ly, any biscuits about your person could be usefully the hell was it?'Carrot stopped.'Uh. Not sure,' he said.'Carrot?''Sarge?''I should put some clothes on if I was you, lad.'Carrot stayed looking into the pre-dawn gloom.'I mean, I turned around and there it was, and—'He looked down at the sword in his hand as if he hadn't realized that he was carrying it.'Oh, damn!' he said.He ran back to his room and grabbed his britches. As he struggled into them, he was suddenly aware of a thought in his head, clear as ice.You are a pillock, what are you? Picked up the sword automatically

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no soul, Fred,' said Nobby. 'I wouldn't've minded being a knight in shining armour. That's what a king does if you're useful. He makes you a knight.'
'A night watchman in crappy armour is about your métier,' said Colon, who looked around proudly to see if anyone had noticed the slanty thing over the e. 'Nah, catch me being respectful to some bloke because he just pulled a sword out of a stone. That don't make you a king. Mind you,' he said, 'someone who could shove a sword into a stone . . . a man like that, —'
Ding-ding a-ding-ding, ding dingle ding ding . . .
'And it plays a rune!' said Angua.
'Every hour,' said Carrot. 'It's part of the clockwork.'now, he's a king 'A man like that'd be an ace,' said Nobby.Angua yawned.Ding-ding a-ding-ding—'What the hell's that?' said Colon.Carrot's chair thumped forward. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a velvet bag, which he upended on to the table. Out slid a golden disc about three inches across. When he pressed a catch on one side it opened like a clamshell.The stopped Watch peered at it.'It's a clock?' said Angua.'A watch,' said Carrot.'It's very big.''That's because of the clockwork. There has to be room for all the little wheels. The small watches just have those little time demons in and they don't last and anyway they keep rotten time