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nearby stall watched this madman with interest.
I COULD LEND YOU A VERY FAST HORSE. IT WON'T HURT A BIT.
"No!" Rincewind turned and ran. Death watched him go and shrugged bitterly.
SOD YOU, THEN, Death said. He turned, and noticed the . With a snarl Death reached out a bony finger and stopped the man's heart, but he didn't take much pride in it.
Then Death remembered what was due to happen later that night. It would not be true to say that Death smiled, At the furthermost end of Short Street a dark oblong rose on hundreds of tiny legs, and started to run. At first it moved at no more than a lumbering trot, but by the time it was halfway up the street it was moving arrow-fast... because in any case His features were perforce frozen in a calcareous grin. But He hummed a little tune, cheery as a plague pit, and pausing only to extract the a passing mayfly, and one-ninth of the lives from a cat cowering under the fish stall (all cats can see into the octarine) - Death turned on His heel and set off towards the Broken Drum. Short Street, Morpork, is in fact one of the longest in the city. Filigree Street crosses its turnwise end in the manner of the crosspiece of a T, and the Broken Drum is so placed that it looks down the full length of the street.