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crowd surging around the box office was getting deeper and more angry by the minute.
‘Well, have you gone through all your pockets?’ demanded the Chair.
‘Yes!’ muttered the Dean.
‘Have another look, then.’
As far as wizards were concerned, paying to get into anything was something that happened to other people. A pointy hat usually did nicely.
While the quickly, turning to the others. ‘I’m afraid the rest of you had better get back to your honest trading.’ He moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
‘I don’t see why we should‑‘ the Dean began.
‘Otherwise we’ll be in arrears,’ the Chair went on, mugging furiously. ‘If you Dean struggled, the Chair beamed madly at the young woman who was selling tickets. ‘But I assure you, dear lady,’ he said desperately, ‘we are wizards.’‘I can see your false beards,’ said the girl, and sniffed. ‘We get all sorts in here. How do I know you aren’t three little boys in your dad’s coat?’‘Madam!’‘I’ve got two dollars and fifteen pence,’ said the Dean, picking the coins out of a handful of fluff and mysterious occult objects.‘That’s two in the stalls, then,’ said the girl, grudgingly unreeling two tickets. The Chair scooped them up.‘Then I’ll take Windle in,’ he said

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canine shapes staggered uncertainly up the midnight street.
‘We’re of bottles. Laddie could bark the number of fingers people held up; so could Gaspode, of course, but it had never occurred to him that such an activity could be rewarded.
Laddie could home in on young women who were being taken out for the evening by a hopeful swain and lay his head on their lap and give them such a soulful look that the swain would buy him a saucer of beer and a bag of goldfish-shaped biscuits just in order to impress the prospective loved-one. Gaspode had never been able to do that, because he was too short for laps and, anyway, got nothing but disgusted screams if he tried it. poor li’l lambs’, Gaspode howled, ‘wot have loorst our way . . . ‘ ‘Woof! Woof! Woof!’ ‘We’re li’l loorst sheeps wot have - wot have . . . ‘ Gaspode sagged down, and scratched an ear, or at least where he vaguely thought an ear might be. His leg waved uncertainly in the air. Laddie gave him a sympathetic look. It had been an amazingly successful evening. Gaspode had always got his free drinks by simply sitting and staring intently at people until they got uncomfortable and poured him some beer in a saucer in the hope that he would drink it and go away. It was slow and tedious, but as a technique it had served him well. Whereas Laddie . . . Laddie did tricks. Laddie could drink out

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Don’t know when I last saw swordplay like that,’ said Morry.
‘Oh,’ said Victor. ‘Well. Thank you.’
‘All that shouting "Ha!" and "Have at you, you dog". Very professional,’ said Morry.
‘I see,’ Victor. Detritus gave him a big, gem-studded grin. [13]
‘Mr Dibbler says I can be a vice-president,’ he said proudly.
‘In charge of what?’ said Victor.
‘Vice-presidents,’ said Detritus.
Gaspode the Wonder Dog made a little growling sound at the back of his throat. The camel, which had been idly staring at the sky, sidled around a bit and suddenly lashed out with a kick that caught the troll in the small of the back. Detritus yelped. Gaspode gave the world a look of satisfied said Victor. He reached sideways and grabbed Ginger’s arm. ‘We’ve got to talk,’ he hissed. ‘Somewhere quiet. Behind the tent.’ ‘If you think I’m going anywhere alone with you-’she began. ‘Listen, this is no time to start acting like-’ A heavy hand settled on Victor’s shoulder. He turned, and saw the shape of Detritus eclipsing the world. ‘Mr Dibbler doesn’t want anyone running off,’ he said. ‘Everyone has to stay until Mr Dibbler says.’ ‘You’re a real pain, you know,’ said

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the picture box, and they just go "oh". They never ask how it works. Mr Bird!’
The last word was a shout. After a while a door opened on the far side of the shack and a man appeared.
He had a . You’d be amazed how things’d fall to bits around here,’ he said, ‘if it weren’t for me and my ball of string.’
There was a sudden commotion from the box round his neck. He thumped it with the flat of his hand.
‘You lot can cut that out,’ he said. He nodded at Victor.
‘They gets fractious if their routine is upset,’ he said. picture box on a strap round his neck. Assorted tools hung from his belt. His hands were stained with chemicals and he had no eyebrows, which Victor was later to learn was a sure sign of someone who had been around octo-cellulose for any length of time. He also had his cap on back to front. ‘This is Gaffer Bird,’ beamed Silverfish. ‘Our head handleman. Gaffer, this is Victor. He’s going to act for us.’ ‘Oh,’ said Gaffer, looking at Victor in the same way that a butcher might look at a carcass. ‘Is he?’ ‘And he wants to know how things work!’ said Silverfish. Gaffer gave Victor another jaundiced look. ‘String,’ he said gloomily. ‘It all works by string

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'Twenty minutes, I think we agreed.'
'Okay, fine, twenty minutes in the morning, on two legs***'
'But I think calling it in "the morning" is stretching it a bit,' said Teppic. 'It's just after midnight. I mean, technically it's the morning, but in a very real sense it's still last night, what do you think?'
A look of walk on two legs or with any prosthetic aids of its choice?'
The Sphinx gave this some consideration.
'Ye-ess,' it said gravely. 'That seems to fit all eventualities.'
'Well?' said Teppic.
'Well what?' said the Sphinx.
'Well, what's the answer?'
The Sphinx gave him a stony look, and then showed its fangs.glazed panic crossed the Sphinx's face. 'What do you think?' it managed. 'Let's just see where we've got to, shall we? What, metaphorically speaking, walks on four legs just after midnight, on two legs for most of the day-' 'Barring accidents,' said the Sphinx, pathetically eager to show that it was making a contribution. 'Fine, on two legs barring accidents, until at least suppertime, when it walks with three legs-' 'I've known people use two walking sticks,' said the Sphinx helpfully. 'Okay. How about: when it continues to

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already knew.
He was home, and he was never going to leave again.
The sun began to rise.

The greatest mathematician alive on the Disc, and in fact the last one in the Old Kingdom, stretched out in his stall and rather foggy.'
'Bronze, sire. Polished bronze,' said Dios, handing him the Flail of Mercy.
'In Ankh-Morpork we had glass mirrors with silver on the back. They were very good.'
'Yes, sire. Here we have bronze, sire.'
'Do I really have to wear this gold mask?'
'The Face of the Sun, sire. Handed down through all the ages. Yescounted the pieces of straw in his bedding. Then he estimated the number of nails in the wall. Then he spent a few minutes proving that an automorphic resonance field has a semi-infinite number of irresolute prime ideals. After that, in order to pass the time, he ate his breakfast again. [NextPage]BOOK II The Book of the Dead Two weeks went past. Ritual and ceremony in their due times kept the world under the sky and the stars in their courses. It was astonishing what ritual and ceremony could do. The new king examined himself in the mirror, and frowned. 'What's it made of?' he said. 'It's

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Magrat didn't like cats and hated the idea of mousetraps. She'd always felt that it should be possible to come to some sort of arrangement with creatures like mice so that all available food was rationed in the best interest of all parties. This was a very humanitarian outlook, which is to say that it was not a view shared by mice, and therefore her moonlit kitchen was alive.
When there was a knocking at the door the entire floor appeared to rush towards the walls.
After a few seconds the knocking came again.
There'Sorry, sire. Forgot myself.'
'Try the latch.'
There was the sound of someone being extremely hesitant. was another pause. Then the knocking rattled the door on its hinges, and a voice cried, 'Open in the name of the king!'A second voice said, in hurt tones, 'You don't have to shout like that. Why did you shout like that? I didn't order you to shout like that. It's enough to frighten anybody, shouting like that.''Sorry, sire! It goes with the job, sire!''Just knock again. A bit more gently, please.'The knocking might have been a bit softer. Magrat's apron dropped off its hook on the back of the door.'Are you sure I can't do it myself?''It's not done, sire, kings knocking at humble cottage doors. Best leave it to me. OPEN IN THE—''Sergeant!'

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you do it?' said Vitoller.
Hwel smacked his lips to get rid of the taste.
'I expect,' said Tomjon. 'It sounded interesting, the way he told it. Wicked king ruling with the help of evil witches. Storms. Ghastly forests. True Heir to Throne in Life-and-Death Struggle. Flash of Dagger. Screams, alarums. , the Fool is decent enough. But the way he tells it . . . it's very odd. His mouth says the words, and his eyes say something else. And I got the impression he'd much rather we believed his eyes.'
'On the other hand,' said Vitoller hurriedly, 'what harm could it do? The pay's the thing.'
Hwel raised his head.Evil king dies. Good triumphs. Bells ring out.''Showers of rose petals could be arranged,' said Vitoller. 'I know a man who can get them at practically cost.'They both looked at Hwel, who was drumming his fingers on his stool. All three found their attention drawn to the bag of silver the Fool had given Hwel. Even by itself it represented enough money to complete the Dysk. And there had been talk of more to follow. Patronage, that was the thing.'You'll do it then, will you?' said Vitoller.'It's got a certain something,' Hwel conceded. 'But . . . I don't know . . .'Tm not trying to pressure you,' said Vitoller. All three pairs of eyes swivelled back to the money bag.'It seems a bit fishy,' Tomjon conceded. 'I mean

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became aware that he was looking at her expectantly.
'What?'
'I said, I'll now call upon the respected Granny Weatherwax to say a few words, ha ha,' he said.
'You said that, did you?'
'Yes!'
'You've gone a long way too far,' said Granny.
'I have, haven't I!' The duke giggled.
Granny turned to the expectant crowds, which went silent.
'Go home,' she said.
There was a further long silence.
'Is that all?' said the duke.
'Yes.'
'What about pledges of eternal allegiance?'
'What Nanny Ogg leered.
And so Granny Weatherwax swept down the steps and through the crowds, with the other two running about them? Gytha, will you stop waving at people!''Sorry.''And now we are going to go, too,' said Granny.'But we were getting on so well,' said the duke.'Come, Gytha,' said Granny icily. 'And where's Magrat got to?'Magrat looked up guiltily. She had been deep in conversation with the Fool, although it was the kind of conversation where both parties spend a lot of time looking at their feet and picking at their fingernails. Ninety per cent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.'We're leaving,' said Granny.'Friday afternoon, remember,' hissed the Fool.'Well, if I can,' said Magrat.

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expect she said some magic words, did she? I've heard about witches,' said the duke, who had spent the night before reading, until his bandaged hands shook too much, some of the more excitable works 'I imagine she offered you visions of unearthly delight? Did she show you—' the duke shuddered – 'dark fascinations and forbidden raptures, the like of which mortal men should not even think of, and demonic secrets .
'No, sir,' he said, in the manner of one speaking the truth come what may. 'She offered me a bun.'
'A bun?'
'Yes, sir. It had currants in it.'
Felmet sat absolutely still while he fought for internal peace. Finally, all he could manage was, 'And what did your men do about this?'that took you to the depths of man's desires?'The duke sat down and fanned himself with his handkerchief.'Are you all right, sir?' said the sergeant.'What? Oh, perfectly, perfectly.''Only you've gone all red.''Don't change the subject, man,' snapped the duke, pulling himself together a bit. 'Admit it – she offered you hedonistic and licentious pleasures known only to those who dabble in the carnal arts, didn't she?'The sergeant stood to attention and stared straight ahead

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look at these nodes.'
They opened the ledger.
They looked at it for a long time.
Then Mort said, 'What do all those symbols mean?'
'Sodomy non sapiens,' said Albert under his breath.
'What does that mean?'
'Means I'm buggered if I know.'
That was ,' sniffed Ysabell from her seat in the corner.
Their heads collided as they both peered at the centre of the page. They stared at her. She shrugged.
'Father taught me how to read the node chart,' she said, 'when I used to do my sewing in here. He used to read bits out.'wizard talk, wasn't it?' said Mort.'You shut up about wizard talk. I don't know anything about wizard talk. You apply your brain to this here.'Mort looked down again at the tracery of lines. It was as if a spider had spun a web on the page, stopping at every junction to make notes. Mort stared until his eyes hurt, waiting for some spark of inspiration. None volunteered.'Any luck?''It's all Klatchian to me,' said Mort. 'I don't even know whether it should be read upside down or sideways.''Spiralling from the centre outwards
'You can help?' said Mort.
'No,' said Ysabell. She blew her nose.

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better days, although from the look of it they hadn't been very much better, and then said, 'Right. Fire away.'
'What's so important about the hat?'
'Oh, it's very 'essential. You've got to have the proper hat for wizarding. We wizards know about this sort of thing.'Cutwell pulled out a chair and sat down. He squirmed a little. A thoughtful expression passed over his face. He stood up, reached behind him and produced a flat reddish mass which might have once been half a at it sorrowfully.
'I've been looking for that all morning, would you believe?' he said. 'It was an Ail-On with extra peppers, too.' He picked sadly at the squashed shape, and suddenly remembered Keli.
'Gosh, sorry,' he said, 'where's my manners? Whatever will you think of 'If you say so. Look, can you see me?'He peered at her. 'Yes. Yes, I would definitely say I can see you.''And hear me? You can hear me, can you?''Loud and clear. Yes. Every syllable tinkling into place. No problems.''Then would you be surprised if I told you that no-one else in this city can?''Except me?'Keli snorted. 'And your doorknocker.'

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'Like a king, I suppose,' said Mort. 'I mean, a king is reigning even when he's doing something else or asleep, even. Is that it, sir?'
IT'LL DO, BUT I THINK SHE QUITE LIKES HAVING SOMEONE OF HER OWN AGE AROUND TO TALK TO.
'Sir?'
AND, OF COURSE, ONE DAY ALL THIS WILL BELONG TO HER.
Something like a small blue supernova flared for a moment in the depths of his eyesockets. It dawned on Mort that, with some embarrassment and complete lack of expertise, Death was trying to wink.
said Death, rolling up the maps. AND NOW, BOY, IF YOU'VE FINISHED THE STABLE YOU CAN GO AND SEE IF ALBERT HAS ANY JOBS HE WANTS DOING. IF YOU LIKE, YOU CAN COME OUT ON THE ROUND WITH ME THIS EVENING.Mort nodded. Death went back to his big leather book, took up a pen, stared at it for a moment, and then looked up at Mort with his skull on one side.HAVE YOU MET MY DAUGHTER? he said.'Er. Yes, sir,' said Mort, his hand on the doorknob.SHE IS A VERY PLEASANT GIRL, said Death,

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touching the sides, and for a moment he nursed the strangely consoling totally beyond his control and whatever happened no one could blame him. Filling his boots with water while adrift on a flooded river at midnight with what he could only describe as a woman seemed about as logical as anything could be in the circumstances.
A fine figure of a woman, said a neglected voice at the back of his mind. There was something about the way she used the tattered broomstick to scull the boat across the choppy water that troubled long-forgotten bits of Cutangle's "No," he said.
"Have you ever heard of anyone coming Back?"
"No."
"Then it's worth a try, isn't it?"subconscious. Not that he could be certain about the fine figure, of course, what with the rain and the wind and Granny's habit of wearing her entire wardrobe in one go. Cutangle cleared his throat uncertainly. Metaphorically a fine figure, he decided. "Um, look," he said. "This is all very creditable, but consider the facts, I mean, the rate of drift and so forth, you see? It could be miles out on the ocean by now. It might never come to shore again. It might even go over the Rimfall." Granny, who had been staring out across the water, turned around. "Can't you think of anything else at all helpful that we could be doing?" she demanded. Cutangle baled for a few moments.

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I'm not sure. Can I try? It's used to me." Hilta pushed a cat off the other chair and leaned forward to peer into the glass depths.
"Mnph. Feel free," said Granny, "but you won't find -"
"Wait. Something's coming through."
"Looks all sparkly from here," Granny insisted. "Little silver lights all floating around, like in them little snowstorm drunken snake. There were silver lights floating in the foreground but they were, in a manner of speaking, just a few flakes in the great storm of lights that turned in a great lazy spiral, like a geriatric tornado with a bad attack of snow, and funnelled down, down to the hazy landscape. By screwing up her eyes Granny could just make out some dots on the river.-in-abottle toys. Quite pretty, really." "Yes, but look beyond the flakes . . . ." Granny looked. This was what she saw. The viewpoint was very high up and a wide swathe of country lay below her, blue with distance, through which a broad river wriggled like a

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Granny rummaged in a dark wooden box on the dresser. She prided herself on her unrivalled knowledge of the properties of Ramtops herbage - none knew better than she the many uses of Earwort, Maiden's Wish and Love-Lies- Esk drummed her heels on the chair legs and sipped the drink. It had a strange, peppery taste. She wondered what it was. She'd tasted Granny's brews before, of course, with a greater or lesser amount of honey in them depending on whether she thought you were making too much of a fuss, and Esk knew that she was famous throughout the mountains for special potions for illnesses that her mother - and some young women too, once in a while -just hinted at with raised eyebrows and lowered voices ....Oozing - but there were times when she had to resort to her small stock of jealously traded and carefully hoarded Medicines from Forn Parts (which as far as she was concerned was anywhere further than a day's journey) to achieve the desired effect. She shredded some dry red leaves into a mug, topped it up with honey and hot water from the kettle, and pushed it into Esk's hands. Then she put a large round stone under the grate later on, wrapped in a scrap of blanket, it would make a bedwarmer and, with a stern injunction to the girl not to stir from the chair, went out into the scullery.

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'It's no good trying to appeal to my better nature. You can stay there all day for all I care. I'm just going to ride off, okay?'
He glared at the Luggage. The Luggage looked back.

'I thought you'd come back,' said Twoflower.
'I don't want to talk about it,' said Rincewind.
'Shall we talk about something else?'
'Yeah, well, discussing how to get these ropes off would be favourite,' said Rincewind. He wrenched at the bonds around his wrists.
'I can't imagine why you're so important,' said Herrena. She sat on a rock opposite them, sword across her knees. 'But why us?' said Twoflower. 'It's to do with that star, isn't it?'
'I don't know anything about the star,' said Rincewind. 'I never even attended astrology Most of the gang laying among the rocks high above, watching the road. Rincewind and Twoflower had been a pathetically easy ambush.'Weems told me what your box did to Gancia,' she added. 'I can't say that's a great loss, but I hope it understands that if it comes within a mile of us I will personally cut both your throats, yes?'Rincewind nodded violently.'Good,' said Herrena. 'You're wanted dead or alive, I'm not really bothered which, but some of the lads might want to have a little discussion with you about those trolls. If the sun hadn't come up when it did—'She left the words hanging, and walked away.'Well, here's another fine mess,' said Rincewind. He had another pull at the ropes that bound him. There was a rock behind him, and if he could bring his wrists up – yes, as he thought, it lacerated him while at the same time eing too blunt to have any effect on the rope.

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Moose and The Knotted String. It is said that even the ancients couldn't find anything interesting to say about the sign, which—'
'Yes, yes, get on with it,' said Trymon irritably.
'It's the sign as follows: "Today is a good tine for making new friends. A good deed may have unforeseen consequences. Don't upset any druids. You will soon be going on a very strange journey. Your lucky food is small cucumbers. People pointing knives at you are probably up to no good. PS, we really mean it about druids".'
Druids?' said Trymon. 'I wonder . . .'

'Are you all right?' said Twoflower. Rincewind opened his eyes.traditionally associated with chess board makers, sellers of onions, manufacturers of plaster images of small religious significance, and people allergic to pewter. Not a wizard's sign at all. And at the time of his birth the shadow of Cori Celesti—''I don't want to know all the mechanical details,' growled Trymon. 'Just give me his horoscope.'The astrologer, who had been rather enjoying himself, sighed and made a few additional calculations.'Very well,'he said. 'It reads
The wizard sat up hurriedly and grabbed Twoflower by the shirt.

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happened at last," he moaned. "I'm going out of my mind."
Good idea said the voice. It's getting pretty crowded in here.
The spell pinning Rincewind to the wall vanished with a faint "pop." He fell forward and landed in a heap on the floor.
Careful- you nearly squashed me.
spiral rapidly towards the recumbent amphibian, shedding small bolts of lightning as they whirled. Soon the frog was lost in a golden haze which began to elongate upwards, filling the room with a warm yellow light. Within it was a darker, indistinct shape, which wavered and changed even as they watched. And all the time there was the high, brain-curdling whine of a huge magical field...
As suddenly as it had appeared, the magical tornado vanishedRincewind struggled to his elbows and reached into the pocket of his robe. When he withdrew his hand the green frog was sitting on it, its eyes oddly luminous in the half-light."Yes?" said Rincewind.Put me down on the floor and stand back.The frog blinked.The wizard did so, and dragged a bewildered Twoflower out of the way.The room darkened. There was a windy, roaring sound. Streamers of green, purple and octarine cloud appeared out of nowhere and began to

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imagination. And even then the said imagination must be in some place heavily impregnated with magic which helps to weaken the walls between the world of the seen and unseen. Then the dragons pop through, as it were, and impress their are rather boring while yours," said the voice of Greicha, "is almost as good as some of mine used to be. A sight for sore eyes, not that I have any to speak of now."
Twoflower said hurriedly, "You keep saying you're dead..."
"Well?"
"Well, the dead, er, they, you know, don't talk much. As a rule."
"I used to be an exceptionally powerful wizard. My daughter poisoned me, of course. It is the generally form on this world's possibility matrix. I was very good at it when I was alive. I could imagine up to, oh, five hundred dragons at a time. Now Liessa, the most skilled of my children, can barely imagine fifty rather nondescript creatures. So much for a progressive education. She doesn't really believe in them. That's why her dragons