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Cutangle's mouth snapped shut.
Esk and Simon were lying on a table in one of the side readingrooms, with half a dozen wizards watching over them. They drew back nervously as the trio approached, with the librarian swinging along behind.
"I've been thinking," said Cutangle. "Surely it would be better to give the staff to Simon? He is a wizard, and -"
"Over my dead body," said Granny. "Yours, too. They're getting their power through him, do you want to give them more?"
Cutangle sighed. He had been admiring the staff, it was one of the best he had seen.
"Very storm strode around the sky, trying to lift the lids off houses.
Granny sat down on a pile of books and rubbed her eyes. Cutangle's hands strayed towards his tobacco pocket. The wizard with the nervous cough was helped out of the room by a colleague.
"Ook," said the librarian.
"I know!" said Granny, so out of his nerveless well. You're right, of course." He leaned down and laid the staff on Esk's sleeping form, and then stood back dramatically. Nothing happened. One of the wizards coughed nervously. Nothing continued to happen. The carvings on the staff appeared to be grinning. "It's not working," said Cutangle, "is it?" "Ook." "Give it time," said Granny. They gave it time. Outside the

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cold desert where strange creatures lurched across the dry sand and stared at her through insect eyes ....
There was a creak on the stairs. Then another. Then a silence, the sort of choking, furry silence made by someone The staff clattered to the floor and lay surrounded by a faint octarine glow.
Esk got out of the bed and padded across the floor. There was a terrible cursing; it sounded unhealthy. She peered around the door and looked down on the face of Mrs Skiller.standing as still as possible. The door swung open. Skiller made a blacker shadow against the candlelight on the stairs, and there was a faintly whispered conversation before he tiptoed as silently as he could towards the bedhead. The staff slipped sideways as his first cautious grope dislodged it, but he caught it quickly and let his breath out very slowly. So he hardly had enough left to scream with when the staff moved in his hands. He felt the scaliness, the coil and muscle of it .... Esk sat bolt upright in time to see Skiller roll backwards down the steep stairladder, still flailing desperately at something quite invisible that coiled around his arms. There was another scream from below as he landed on his wife.

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looked at him blankly, paper halfway to his lips.
'Isn't what exciting?' he said.
'All this magic!'
'It's only lights,' said Cohen critically. 'He hasn't even produced doves out of his sleeves.'
'Yes, but can't youhad ducked instinctively, waiting for the explosion of white light or scintillating fireball or, in the case of Cohen, who had fairly low expectations, a few white pigeons, possibly a slightly crumpled rabbit.
It wasn't even an interesting nothing. Sometimes things can fail to happen sense the occult potentiality?' said Twoflower.Cohen produced a big yellow match from somewhere in his tobacco bag, looked at Wert for a moment, and with great deliberation struck the match on his fossilised nose.'Look,' he said to Twoflower, as kindly as he could manage. 'What do you expect? I've been around a long time, I've seen the whole magical thing, and I can tell you that if you go around with your jaw dropping all the time people hit it. Anyway, wizard's die just like anyone else when you stick a —'There was a loud snap as Rincewind shut the book. He stood up, and looked around.What happened next was this:Nothing.It took a little while for people to realise it. Everyone

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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.'

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Two miles away a string of horses trotted through the night. Three of them carried captives, expertly gagged and bound. A fourth pulled a rough travois on which the Luggage lay trussed and netted and silent.
Herrena softly called the column to a halt and beckoned one of her men to her.
'Are you quite sure?' she said. 'I can't hear anything.'
'I saw troll were many drawbacks to being a swordswoman, not least of which was that men didn't take you seriously until you'd actually killed them, by which time it didn't really matter anyway. Then there was all the leather, which brought her out in a rash but seemed to be unbreakably traditional. And then there was the ale. It was all right for the likes of Hrun the Barbarian or Cimbar the Assassin to carouse all night in low bars, but Herrena drew the line at it unless they sold proper drinks in small glasses, preferably with a cherry in. As for the toilet facilities . . .
But she was too big to be a thief, too honest to be an assassin, too intelligent to be a wife, and shapes,' he said flatly.She looked around. The trees had thinned out here, there was a lot of scree, and ahead of them the track led towards a bald, rocky hill that looked especially unpleasant by red starlight.She was worried about that track. It was extremely old, but something had made it, and trolls took a lot of killing.She sighed. Suddenly it looked as though that such a bad option, at that.Not for the first time she reflected that there

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Rimwards, in the direction of Great A'Tuin's travel, the sky had been swept of stars.
In that circle of blackness there was just one star, a red and baleful star, a star like the glitter in the eyesocket of a rabid mink. It was small and horrible and uncompromising. And the Disc was being carried straight towards it.
Rincewind knew precisely what to do in these circumstances. He screamed and pointed the broomstick straight down.

Galder Weatherwax stood in the centre of the octogram and raised his hands.
'Urshalo, dileptor, c'hula, do my bidding!'
A small mist formed over his head. He glanced sideways at Trymon, who was sulking at the edge of the magic circle.to the Spell and hardly paying any attention to Trymon.
Words of power rolled around the room, bouncing off the walls and scuttling out of sight behind shelves and jars. Trymon hesitated.
Galder shut his eyes momentarily, his face a mask of ecstacy as he mouthed the final word.
Trymon tensed, his fingers curling around the knife again. And Galder o'This next bit's quite impressive,' he said. 'Watch. Kot-b'hai! Kot-sham! To me, o spirits of small isolated rocks and worried mice not less than three inches long!''What?' said Trymon.That bit took quite a lot of research,' agreed Galder, especially the mice. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes . . .'He raised his arms again. Trymon watched him, and licked his lips distractedly. The old fool was really concentrating, bending his mind entirely pened one eye, nodded at him and sent a sideways blast of power that picked the younger

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In return," continued Dactylos, without much apparent hope, "you would set me free, and refrain from chopping off any appendages. I require no treasure."
"Ah, yes. I in the entire square (save for the buzzing of a few expectant flies) as his silver hand came up, very slowly, and fingered the arrowhead.
Dactylos grunted.
"Sloppy workmanship," he said, and toppled backwards.
The Arch-astronomer prodded the body with his toe, and sighed.recall now." The old man raised a blueveined hand, and added, "I lied."There was the merest whisper of sound, and the goldeneyed man rocked on his feet. Then he looked down at the arrowhead protruding from his chest, and nodded wearily. A speck of blood bloomed on his lips.There was no sound