Humans liked dancing pigs, too. And lambs in hats. As far as Death was aware, the sole reason for any human association with pigs and lambs was as a prelude to chops and sausages. Quite why they should dress up for children's wallpaper as well was a mystery. Hello, little folk, this is what you're going to eat... He felt that if only he could find the key to it, he'd know a lot more about human beings.
His gaze travelled to the door. Susan's governess coat and hat were hanging on it. The coat was grey, and so was the hat. Grey and round and dull. Death didn't know many things about the human psyche, but he did know protective coloration when he saw it.
Dullness. Only humans could have invented it. What imaginations they had.
The door opened.
To his horror, Death saw a small child of unidentifiable gender come out of the bedroom, amble sleepily across the floor and unhook the stockings from the mantelpiece. It was halfway back before it noticed him and then it simply stopped and regarded him thoughtfully.
He knew that young children could see him because they hadn't yet developed that convenient and selective blindness that comes with the intimation of personal mortality. He felt a little embarrassed.
'Susan's gotta poker, you know,' it said, as if anxious to be helpful.
WELL, WELL. INDEED. MY GOODNESS ME.
'I fort - thought all of you knew that now. Larst - last week she picked a bogey up by its nose.'
Death tried to imagine this. He felt sure he'd heard the sentence wrong but it didn't sound a whole lot better however he rearranged the words.
'I'll give Gawain his stocking and then I'll come an' watch,' said the child. It padded out.
ER... SUSAN? Death said, calling in reinforcements.
Susan backed out of the kitchen, a black kettle in her hand.
There was a figure behind her. In the half-light the sword gleamed blue along its blade. Its glitter reflected off one glass eye.
'Well, well,' said Teatime, quietly, glancing at Death. 'Now this is unexpected. A family affair?'
The sword hummed back and forth.
'I wonder,' said Teatime, 'is it possible to kill Death? This must be a
very special sword and it certainly works here...' He raised a hand to his
mouth for a moment and gave a little chuckle. 'And of course it might
well not be regarded as murder. Possibly it is a civic act. It would be, as
they say, The Big One. Stand up, sir. You may have some personal knowledge
about your vulnerability but I'm pretty certain that Susan here would quite
definitely die, so I'd rather you didn't try any last-minute stuff.'
I AM LAST-MINUTE STUFF, said Death, standing up.
Teatime circled around carefully, the sword's tip making little curves
in the air.
From the next room came the sound of someone trying to blow a whistle
quietly.
Susan glanced at her grandfather.
'I don't remember them asking for anything that made a noise,' she
said.
OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said
Death. OTHERWISE WHAT is 4.30 A.M. FOR?
'There are children?' said Teatime. 'Oh yes, of course. Call them.'
'Certainly not!'
'It will be instructive,' said Teatime. 'Educational. And when your
adversary is Death, you cannot help but be the good guy.'
He pointed the sword at Susan.
'I said call them.'
Susan glanced hopefully at her grandfather. He nodded. For a moment she
thought she saw the glow in one eye socket flicker off and on, Death's
equivalent of a wink. He's got a plan. He can stop time. He can do anything.
He's got a plan.
'Gawain? Twyla?'
The muffled noises stopped in the next room. There was a padding of
feet and two solemn faces appeared round the door.
'Ah, come in, come in, curly-haired tots,' said Teatime genially.
Gawain gave him a steely stare.
His next mistake, thought Susan. If he'd called them little bastards
he'd have them bang on his side. But they know when you're sending them up.
'I've caught this bogeyman,' said Teatime. 'What shall we do with him,
eh?'
The two faces turned to Death. Twyla put her thumb in her mouth.
'It's only a skeleton,' said Gawain critically.
Susan opened her mouth, and the sword swung towards her. She shut it
again.
'Yes, a nasty, creepy, horrible skeleton,' said Teatime. 'Scary, eh?'
There was a very faint 'pop' as Twyla took her thumb out of her mouth.
'He's eating a bittit,' she said.
'Biscuit,' Susan corrected automatically. She started to swing the
kettle in an absent-minded way.
'A creepy bony man in a black robe!' said Teatime, aware that things
weren't going in quite the right direction.
He spun round to face Susan. 'You're fidgeting with that kettle,' he
said. 'So I expect you're thinking of doing something creative. Put it down,
please. Slowly.'
Susan knelt down gently and put the kettle on the hearth.
'Huh, that's not very creepy, it's just bones,' said Gawain
dismissively. 'And anyway Willie the groom down at the stables has promised
me a real horse skull. And anyway I'm going to make a hat out of it like
General Tacticus had when he wanted to frighten people. And anyway it's just
standing there. It's not even making woo- woo noises. And anyway you're
creepy. Your eye's weird.'
'Really? Then let's see how creepy I can be,' said Teatime. Blue fire
crackled along the sword as he raised it.
Susan closed her hand over the poker.
Teatime saw her start to turn. He stepped behind Death, sword raised...
Susan threw the poker overarm. It made a ripping noise as it shot
through the air, and trailed sparks.
It hit Death's robe and vanished.
He blinked.
Teatime smiled at Susan.
He turned and peered dreamily at the sword in his hand.
It fell out of his fingers.
Death turned and caught it by the handle as it tumbled, and turned its
fall into an upward curve.
Teatime looked down at the poker in his chest as he folded up.
'Oh, no,' he said. 'It couldn't have gone
through you. There are so many ribs and things!'
There was another 'pop' as Twyla extracted her thumb and said, 'It only
kills monsters.'
'Stop time now,' commanded Susan.
Death snapped his fingers. The room took on the greyish purple of
stationary time. The clock paused its ticking.
'You winked at me! I thought you had a plan!'
INDEED. OH, YES. I PLANNED TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULD DO.
'Just that?'
YOU ARE VERY RESOURCEFUL. AND OF COURSE YOU HAVE HAD AN EDUCATION.
'What?'
I DID ADD THE SPARKLY STARS AND THE NOISE, THOUGH. I THOUGHT THEY WOULD
BE APPROPRIATE.
'And if I hadn't done anything?'
I DARESAY I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. AT THE LAST MINUTE.
'That was the last minute!'
THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR ANOTHER LAST MINUTE.
'The children had to watch that!'
EDUCATIONAL. THE WORLD WILL TEACH THEM ABOUT MONSTERS SOON ENOUGH. LET
THEM REMEMBER THERE's ALWAYS THE POKER.
'But they saw he's human--'
I THINK THEY HAD A VERY GOOD IDEA OF WHAT HE WAS.
Death prodded the fallen Teatime with his foot.
STOP PLAYING DEAD, MISTER TEH-AH-TIM-EH.