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Was that a yo?’ said the Dean, suspiciously.
‘Oook.’
‘Well . . . all right, then.’
Death sat on a mountaintop. It wasn’t particularly high, or bare, or sinister. No witches held naked sabbats on it; the blade of his scythe in long, deliberate strokes.
There was a movement of air. Three grey servants popped into existence.
One said, You think you have won?
One said, You think you have triumphed?
Death turned the stone in his hand, to get a fresh surface. and brought it slowly down the length of the blade.
One said, We will inform Azrael.
One said, You are only, after all, a little Death. Death held the blade up to the moonlightDiscworld witches, on the whole, didn’t hold with taking off any more clothes than was absolutely necessary for the business in hand. No spectres haunted it. No naked little men sat on the summit dispensing wisdom, because the first thing the truly-wise man works out is that sitting around on mountaintops gives you not only haemorrhoids but frostbitten haemorrhoids.Occasionally people would climb the mountain and add a stone or two to the cairn at the top, if only to prove that there is nothing really damn stupid that humans won’t do.Death sat on the cairn and ran a stone down