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Then he stood up, in one quick movement. The servants backed away hurriedly.
He reached out with the speed of a snake and grasped a robe, pulling its empty hood level with his eye sockets.
DO YOU KNOW WHY THE PRISONER IN THE TOWER WATCHES THE
FLIGHT OF BIRDS? he said.
It said, Take your hands off me . . . oops . . .
Blue flame flaredIt went on for a long time and then stopped.
Death lowered the scythe, and examined himself. Yes, all there. Once again, he was the Death, containing all the deaths of the world. Except for - For a moment he hesitated. There was one tiny area of emptiness somewhere, some fragment of his soul, something unaccounted for . . . He couldn’t be quite certain what it was.
He shrugged. Doubtless he’d find out. In the meantime, there for a moment.Death lowered his hand and looked around at the other two.One said, You haven’t heard the last of this.They vanished.Death brushed a speck of ash off his robe, and then planted his feet squarely on the mountaintop. He raised the scythe over his head in both hands, and summoned all the lesser Deaths that had arisen in his absence. After a while they streamed up the mountain in a faint black wave.They flowed together like dark mercury.