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Creosote swayed at him. 'Abrim does all the ruling, you see. Terrible hard work.'
'He's not,' said Rincewind, 'making a very good job of it just at present.'
And we'd sort of like to get away,' said Conina, who was still turning over the phrase about the goats.
'And I've got this geas,' said Nijel, glaring at Rincewind.
Creosote 'No,' said Rincewind, raising his hands protectively. 'Absolutely not. Don't even-’
'It belonged to my grandfather-’
'A real magic carpet?' said Nijel.patted him on the arm.'That's nice,' he said. 'Everyone should have a pet.'So if you happen to know if you own any stables or anything...' prompted Rincewind.'Hundreds,' said Creosote. 'I own some of the finest, most ... finest horses in the world.' His brow wrinkled. 'So they tell me.''But you wouldn't happen to know where they are?''Not as such,' the Seriph admitted. A random spray of magic turned the nearby wall into arsenic meringue.'I think we might have been better off in the snake pit,' said Rincewind, turning away.Creosote took another sorrowful glance at his empty wine bottle.'I know where there's a magic carpet,' he said.
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