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any better, but what about you?' He pointed downwards, to where the other wizards were toiling up the stairs. 'What about them?'Blue light speared down the inside of the tower. There was a peal of thunder.The wizards reached them, coughing horribly and fighting for breath.'What's the plan?' said Rincewind.'There isn't one,' said blank,' he whispered. 'Every page is completely blank.'
'Then he did it,' said Wert. 'He's read the spells. Successfully, too. I wouldn't have believed it.'
'There was all that noise,' said Rincewind doubtfully. 'The light, too. Those shapes. That didn't sound so successful to me.'
'Oh, you always get a certain amount of extradimen-sional attention in any great work of magic,' said Panter dismissively. 'It impresses people, nothing more.'
'It looked like monsters up there,' said Twoflower, standing closer to Rincewind.
'Monsters? Show me some monsters!' said Wert.
Instinctively they looked up. There was no sound. Nothing Wert.'Right. Fine,' said Rincewind. 'I'll leave you to get on with it, then.''You'll come with us,' said Panter.'But I'm not even a proper wizard. You threw me out, remember?''I can't think of any student less able,' said the old wizard, 'but you're here, and that's the only qualification you need. Come on.'