They heard the sound of hooves outside, and Albert pushed the door open and came in rubbing his hands.
'Right, lad, no time to —'
Mort 'Not with me.'
There was an agreement! Where would we be if we could not honour an agreement?'
'I don't know where I would be,' said Mort softly.
BUT I KNOW WHERE YOU WOULD GO. That's not fair!' Now it was a whine. THERE'S swung the sword at arm's length. It scythed through the air with a noise like ripping silk and buried itself in the doorpost by Albert's ear.ON YOUR KNEES, ALBERTO MALICH.Albert's mouth dropped open. His eyes rolled sideways to the shimmering blade a few inches from his head, and then narrowed to tight little lines.'You surely wouldn't dare, boy,' he said.MORT. The syllable snapped out as fast as a whiplash and twice as vicious.There was a pact,' said Albert, but there was the barest gnat-song of doubt in his voice. There was an agreement.'
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