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Twoflower patted him on the shoulder.
"No sense in brooding," he said cheerfully. "Let's have another look for a way out."
Rincewind shook his head. All the terror had been spent now. He had broken through the terror barrier, perhaps, and was in the dead calm state of mind that lies on the other side. Anyway, he had ceased to gibber.
"We're doomed," he stated. "We’ve been walking around all night. I tell you, this place is a spiderweb. It doesn't the hellish purple glow. "Find Bel-Shamharoth?" he said.
"Yes. We don't have to get involved."
"Find the Soul Render and not get involved? Just give him a nod, I suppose, and ask the way to the exit? Explain things to the Sender of Eignnnngh," Rincewind bit off the end of the word just in time and finished, "You're insane. Hey! Come back!"matter which way we go, we're heading twoards the centre.""It was very kind of you to come looking for me, said Twoflower. "How did you manage it it was very impressive.""Well," began the wizard awkwardly. "I just 'I can't leave old Twoflower there' and-""So what we’ve got to do now is find this Bel-Shamharoth person and explain things to him and perhaps he'll let us out," said Twoflower.Rincewind ran a finger around his ear."It must be the funny echoes in here," he said. "I thought I heard you use words like find and explain."That's right."Rincewind glared at him in
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