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recall once they gave up halfway,’ said Poons, happily. ‘Oh, those were great times. I remember me and old "Numbers" Riktor and "Tudgy" Spold climbed up on the Temple of Small Gods, you see, in the middle of a service, and Tudgy had got this piglet in a sack, and he‑‘
‘See on the door of the Assassins’ Guild, and then old Scummidge, who was the porter there, heehee, he was a right terror, anyway, he came out, mm, and then the guards come around the corner‑‘
‘All ready? Right!’
‘‑which puts me in mind of the time me and "Cucumber" Framer got some glue and went round to‑‘
‘Up your end, Dean!’what you’ve done?’ complained the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘You’ve set him off now.’‘We could try lifting it by magic,’ said the Chair. ‘Gindle’s Effortless Elevator should do the trick.’‘–and then the high priest turned around and, heh, the look on his face! And then old Numbers said, let’s‑‘‘It’s hardly a very dignified use of magic,’ sniffed the Dean.‘Considerably more dignified than heaving the bloodything over the wall ourselves, wouldn’t you say?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, rolling up his sleeves. ‘Come on, lads.’‘‑and next thing, Pimple was hammering

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The way I see it,’ said Dibbler, ‘there’s this high-born girl living all by herself in this big house, right, and her young man goes off to fight for the rebels, you see, and she meets this other guy, and there’s the chemistry between them-’
‘They blow up?’ said Victor.
‘He means they fall in love,’ said Ginger coldly.
‘That sort of thing,’ nodded Dibbler. ‘Eyes meeting across a crowded room. And she’s all alone in the world except for the servants and, let’s see, yeah, perhaps her pet dog-’
‘rest of the team.
‘I don’t know,’ said Victor slowly.
Everyone else’s eyes turned on him in the same way that spectators at the lion pit watch the first condemned criminal to be pushed out through the iron gate. He went on: ‘I mean,This’ll be Laddie?’ said Ginger. ‘Right. And of course she’s going to do everything she can to preserve the family mine, so she’s kind of flirting with ‘em both, the men, not the dog, and then one of them gets killed in the war and the other one throws her over but it’s all OK because she’s tough at heart.’ He sat back. ‘What d’you think?’ he said. The people sitting around the room looked uneasily at one another. There was a fidgety silence. ‘It sounds great, Uncle,’ said Soll, who wasn’t looking for any more problems today. ‘Technically very challenging,’ said Gaffer. There was a chorus of relieved assent from the

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animals, gave it a sympathetic audience.
‘What’s up, Duck?’ said the rabbit.
‘The duck says’, translated Gaspode, ‘that it’s like a migratory thing. Just the same feelin’ as a migration, he Victor thought about the book in his pocket. Chanting and lighting fires. What sort of person did that?
‘I don’t know what’s going on,’ he said. ‘I’d like to find out. Look, haven’t you got names? I feel awkward, talking to people without names.’
‘Only me,’ said Gaspode. ‘Bein’ a dog. I’m named after the famous Gaspode, you knowsays.’ ‘Yeah? I didn’t have far to come,’ the rabbit volunteered. ‘We lived on the dunes anyway.’ It sighed. ‘For three happy years and four miserable days,’ it added. A thought struck Victor. ‘So you’d know about the old man on the beach?’ he said. ‘Oh, him. Yeah. Him. He was always coming up here.’ ‘What sort of person was he?’ said Victor. ‘Listen, buster, up to four days ago I had a vocabulary consisting of two verbs and one noun. What do you think I thought he was? All I know is, he didn’t bother us. We probably thought he was a rock on legs, or something.’

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Poons never noticed that he wasn’t getting any answers, they got along quite well.
Anyway, the as dead as if it was arriving through several layers of velvet.
The hole in the sand was quite big now.
If you could put your ear to it, you might think you could hear applause.

It was still midnight. A full moon glided above the smoke and fumes of AnkhBursar had other problems. The Alchemists, for one thing. You couldn’t trust alchemists. They were too serious-minded. Boom. And that was the last one. Whole days went by without being punctuated by small explosions. The city settled down again, which was a foolish thing to do. What the Bursar failed to consider was that no more bangs doesn’t mean they’ve stopped doing it, whatever it is. It just means they’re doing it right. It was midnight. The surf boomed on the beach, and made a phosphorescent glow in the night. Around the ancient hill, though, the sound seemed

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stone Despot of Quirm.
A monumental needle recording in bas-relief the achievements of a king four thousand years ago, and which would empires, they both abided by the ancient tradition that warfare wasn't undertaken at night, during harvest or when wet. It was important enough to save up for special occasions. Going at it hammer and tongs just reduced the whole thing to a farce.
In the twilight on both sides of the line came the busy sound of advanced woodwork in progress.
It's said that generals are always ready to fight the last War over again. It had been thousands of years since the last war between Tsort and Ephebe, but generals have long memories and thishave been more pertinent if the wind-driven sand hadn't long ago eroded his name, provided a handy ladder which needed only an expertly thrown grapnel from its top, lodging in the outstretched fingers of a forgotten monarch, to allow him a long, gentle arc on to the roof of a tomb. Running, climbing and swinging, hastily hammering crampons in the memorials of the dead, Teppic went forth. Pinpoints of firelight among the limestone pricked out the lines of the opposing armies. Deep and stylised though the enmity was between the two

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fortunate in having such a dutiful son. I may add-'
'You may go,' said Dios. 'And we will expect work to start imminently.'
'Without He was halfway to the archway before Dios added: 'Completion in three months. In time for Inundation.'* (* Like many river valley cultures the Kingdom has no truck with such trivia as summer, springtime and winter, and bases its calendar squarely on the great heartbeat of the Djel; hence the three seasons. Seedtime, Inundation and Sog. delay, I assure you,' said Ptaclusp. 'Er.' He seemed to be wrestling with some huge philosophical problem. 'Yes?' said Dios coldly. 'It's uh. There's the matter of uh. Which is not to say uh. Of course, oldest client, valued customer, but the fact is that uh. Absolutely no doubt about credit worthiness uh. Would not wish to suggest in any way whatsoever that uh.' Dios gave him a stare that would have caused a sphinx to blink and look away. 'You wish to say something?' he said. 'His majesty's time is extremely limited.' Ptaclusp worked his jaw silently, but the result was a foregone conclusion. Even gods had been reduced to sheepish mumbling in the face of Dios's face. And the carved snakes on his staff seemed to be watching him too. 'Uh. No, no. Sorry. I was just, uh, thinking aloud. I'll depart, then, shall I? Such a lot of work to be done. Uh.' He bowed low.

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Granny's jaw sagged. 'What?' she said. 'But – but I showed you your true self . . .'
'I'm supposed to be upset by that, am I?' As the soldiers sheepishly grabbed Granny's arms the duchess pressed her face fear me, I can make you widdle your drawers out of terror, and now I'm going to take—'
At this point Nanny Ogg hit her on the back of the head with the cauldron.
'She does go on, doesn't she?' she said conversationally, as the duchess collapsed. 'She was a bit eccentric, if you ask me.'close to Granny's, her tremendous eyebrows a V of triumphant hatred. 'I'm supposed to grovel on the floor, is that it? Well, old woman, I've seen exactly what I am, do you understand, and I'm proud of it! I'd do it all again, only hotter and longer! I enjoyed it, and I did it because I wanted to!'She thumped the vast expanse of her chest.'You gawping idiots!' she said. 'You're so weak. You really think that people are basically decent underneath, don't you?'The crowd on the stage backed away from the sheer force of her exultation.'Well, I've looked underneath,' said the duchess. 'I know what drives people. It's fear. Sheer, deep-down fear. There's not one of you who doesn't

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Magrat hovered on her broomstick several hundred feet above the Turnwise borders of Lancre, looking down on a sea of mist through which the occasional treetop poked like a seaweed-covered rock at high tide. A bulging moon floated above her, probably gibbous again. Even a decent thin crescent would have been better, she felt. Granny's implicit belief that everything should get out of her way extended to other witches, very tall trees and, on occasion, mountains.More appropriate.She shivered, and wondered where Granny Weatherwax was at this moment.The old witch's broomstick was known and feared throughout the skies of Lancre. Granny had been introduced to flying quite late in life, and after some initial suspicion had taken to it like a bluebottle to an ancient fish-head. A problem, however, was that Granny saw every flight simply as a straight line from A to B and was unable to get alongside the idea that other users of the air might have any rights whatsoever; the flight migration patterns of an entire continent had been changed because of that simple fact. High-speed evolution among local birds had developed a generation that flew on their backs, so that they could keep a watchful eye on the skies.

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tinkling noise made them look down. A blood-stained dagger had fallen off the bench, as though someone had tried to pick it up but just couldn't get the strength together. Nanm heard the king's ghost swear under'its breath, or what would have been its breath.
'—and spreading false rumours,' finished the duchess.
'—salt in my food—' said the duke, nervously, staring at the bandages on his hand. He kept getting the feeling that , nodded, and added, 'Just by the suit of armour with the pike, and you said, "If it's to be done, it's better if it's done quickly", or something, and then you snatched the king's own dagger, the very same what is now lying on the floor, out of his belt and—'
'You lie! There were no witnesses. We made . . . there was nothing to witness! I heard someone in the dark, but there was a fourth person in the dungeon.'If you do confess,' said the duchess, 'you will merely be burned at the stake. And, please, no humorous remarks.''What false rumours?'The duke closed his eyes, but the visions were still there 'Concerning the accidental death of the late King Verence.' he whispered hoarsely. The air swirled again.Nanny sat with her head cocked to one side, as though listening to a voice only she could hear. Except that the duke was certain that he could hear something too, not exactly a voice, something like the distant sighing of the wind.'Oh, I don't know nothing false,' she said. 'I know you stabbed him, and you gave him the dagger. It was at the top of the stairs.' She paused, head cocked

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like most people since the dawn of time, he was now dead.
He was in fact lying at the bottom of one of his own stairways in Lancre Castle, with a dagger in his back.
He sat up, and was surprised to find that while someone he was certainly inclined to think of as himself was sitting up, something very much like his body remained lying on the floor.
It was a .
HALLO.
Verence drew himself up to his full height, or what would have been his full height if that part of him to which the word 'height' could have been applied was not lying stiff on the floor and facing a future in which only the word 'depth' could be appropriate.pretty good body, incidentally, now he came to see it from outside for the first time. He had always been quite attached to it although, he had to admit, this did not now seem to be the case.It was big and well-muscled. He'd looked after it. He'd allowed it a moustache and long-flowing locks. He'd seen it got plenty of healthy outdoor exercise and lots of red meat. Now, just when a body would have been useful, it had let him down. Or out.On top of that, he had to come to terms with the tall, thin figure standing beside him. Most of it was hidden in a hooded black robe, but the one arm which extended from the folds to grip a large scythe was made of bone.When one is dead, there are things one instinctively recognises'I am a king, mark you,' he said.

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place on her white hair with a battery of hatpins, and grasped two walking sticks.
She tottered across the floor towards Mort, and looked up at him with eyes as small and bright as blackcurrants.
'Will I need my shawl? Shall I need a shawl, d'you think? No, I suppose not. I imagine it's quite warm where I'm going.' She'It?'
'The personal attention. He sent me. I work for him. No-one else would have me.' Mort paused. This was all wrong. He'd be sent home again in disgrace. His first bit of responsibility, and he'd ruined it. He could already hear people laughing at him.
The wail started in the depths of his embarrassment and blared out like a foghorn peered closely at Mort, and frowned.'You're rather younger than I imagined,' she said. Mort said nothing. Then Goodie Hamstring said, quietly, 'You know, I don't think you're who I was expecting at all.'Mort cleared his throat.'Who were you expecting, precisely?' he said.'Death,' said the witch, simply. 'It's part of the arrangement, you see. One gets to know the time of one's death in advance, and one is guaranteed – personal attention.''I'm it,'said Mort.

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myself?' said Mort.
CERTAINLY. I HAVE EVERY FAITH IN YOU.
'Gosh!'
The suggestion put everything else out of Mort's mind, and he was rather surprised to find that he didn't feel particularly said mysteriously. I DON'T SEEM TO FEEL QUITE RIGHT. I COULD DO WITH THE FRESH AIR. He seemed to remember something, reached into the mysterious shadows of his cloak, and pulled out three hourglasses. ALL STRAIGHTFORWARD, he said. ENJOY YOURSELF.
He turned and strode off down the street, humming.squeamish. He'd seen quite a few deaths in the last week or so, and all the horror went out of it when you knew you'd be speaking to the victim afterwards. Most of them were relieved, one or two of them were angry, but they were all glad of a few helpful words.THINK YOU CAN DO IT?'Well, sir. Yes. I think.'THAT'S THE SPIRIT. I'VE LEFT BlNKY BY THE HORSETROUGH ROUND THE CORNER. TAKE HIM STRAIGHT YOU'VE FINISHED.'You're staying here, sir?' Death looked up and down the street. His eye-sockets flared.I THOUGHT I MIGHT STROLL AROUND A BIT, he

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worth thinking about,' said Lezek.
'I am thinking about it, father.'
'Many a young got to listen. I'm your father telling you these things.'
Mort looked down at his father's face. He wanted to say a lot of things: he wanted to say how much he loved him, how worried he was; he wanted to ask what his father really thought he'd just seen and heard. He wanted to say that he felt as though he stepped on a molehill and found that it was really lad has started out that way, Hemesh said. He makes himself useful, earns his master's confidence, and, well, if there's any daughters in the house . . . did Mr, er, Mr say anything about daughters?''Mr who?' said Mort.'Mr . . . your new master.''Oh. Him. No. No, I don't think so,' said Mort slowly. 'I don't think he's the marrying type.''Many a keen young man owes his advancement to his nuptials,' said Lezek.'He does?''Mort, I don't think you're really listening.''What?'Lezek came to a halt on the frosty cobbles and spun the boy around to face him.'You're really going to have to do better than this,' he said. 'Don't you understand, boy? If you're going to amount to anything in this world then you've

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'You can really clean up'," said Esk. "Huh!"
There of Ankh-Morpork and reasoned like this: writing was only the words that people said, squeezed between layers of paper until they were fossilized. Fossils were well-known on the Discworld, great spiralled shells and badly-constructed creatures that were left over from the time when the Creator hadn't really decided what He wanted to make and was, as it were, just were some good points, she had to admit. The food was simple but there was plenty of it, and she had a room to herself somewhere in the roof and it was quite luxurious because here she could lie in until five a. m., which to Granny's way of thinking was practically noon. The work certainly wasn't hard. She just started sweeping until the staff realised what was expected of it, and then she could amuse herself until it was finished. If anyone came the staff would immediately lean itself nonchalantly against a wall. But she wasn't learning any wizardry. She could wander into empty classrooms and look at the diagrams chalked on the board, and on the floor too in the more advanced classes, but the shapes were meaningless. And unpleasant. They reminded Esk of the pictures in Simon's book. They looked alive. She gazed out across the rooftops

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could see where that would be a problem," said Esk. She watched the scenery for a while, marshalling a train of thought.
"Is it, er, possible for a woman to be, you know, a wizard? " she said eventually.
Simon with Esk's voice.
"Of course they can't. It is self-evident, child. Simon, return to your studies."
Treatle pushed aside the curtain that led into the back of the wagon and climbed out on to the seat board.
The look of mild panic took up its familiar place on Simon's face. He gave Esk a pleading glance as Treatle took the reins from his hands, but she ignored him.
"Why not? What's so self-evident?"stared at her. She gave him a defiant look. His throat strained. He was trying to find a sentence that didn't start with a W. In the end he was forced to make concessions. "A curious idea," he said. He thought some more, and started to laugh until Esk's expression warned him. "Rather funny, really," he added, but the laughter in his face faded and was replaced by a puzzled look. "Never really tthought about it, before." "Well? Can they?" You could have shaved

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Granny's hand clipped the back of her head.
"Bow, I told you," she said, without rancor. "Witches bow." She demonstrated.
"But why?" complained Esk.
"Because witches have got to be different, and that's part of the secret," said Granny.
They sat on a bleached bench in front of the rimward wall of the cottage. In front of them the Herbs were already a foot high, a sinister collection of pale green leaves.
"Right," strange about it, except that no one in the village had one like it. But that didn't make it magical. Esk bit her lip; she had a vision of herself being sent Home in disgrace.
It didn't feel strange, and there were no hidden pockets. It was just a typical witch's hat. Granny always wore it when she went into the village, but in the forest she just wore a leather hood.said Granny, settling herself down. "You know the hat on the hook by the door? Go and fetch it." Esk obediently went inside and unhooked Granny's hat. It was tall, pointed and, of course, black. Granny turned it over in her hands and regarded it carefully. "Inside this hat," she said solemnly, "is one of the secrets of witchcraft. If you cannot tell me what it is, then I might as well teach you no more, because once you learn the secret of the hat there is no going back. Tell me what you know about the hat." "Can I hold it?" "Be my guest." Esk peered inside the hat. There was some wire stiffening to give it a shape, and a couple of hatpins. That was all. There was nothing particularly

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Rincewind. 'They're . . . things. Things going around the star. Like the sun goes around the Disc. But they're close in, because, because . . .' he paused. 'I nearly know!''Know what?''I've got to get rid of this Spell!''Which way is the University?' said Bethan.'This way!' said Rincewind, pointing along the street.'It must be very had no idea how to do a) and no intention of doing b) and many had in fact plumped for c), which largely consisted of nipping out of hidden side doors and having it away on their toes as far as possible, if not faster.
What reliable magic still remained in the University was being channelled into keeping the great gates secure. The wizards were learning that while it was all very fine and impressive to have a set of gates that were locked by magic, it ought to have occurred to the builders to include some sort of emergency back-up device such as, for example, a pair of ordinary, unimpressive stout iron bolts.popular. That's where everyone's going.''I wonder why?' said Twoflower.'Somehow,' said Rincewind, 'I don't think it's to enroll for evening classes.'In fact Unseen University was under siege, or at least those parts of it that extruded into the usual, everyday dimensions were under siege. The crowds outside Vincent van

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Mention has already been made of an attempt to inject a little honesty into reporting on the Disc, and how poets and bards were banned on pain of – well, pain – from going on about babbling brooks and rosy-fingered dawn and could only say, for example, that a face had launched a thousand ships if they were able to produce certified , and it was absolutely dark.
It occurred to Rincewind that something had gone wrong.
Then he saw the faint blue tracery in front of him.
He was inside the Octavo again. He wondered what would happen if anyone opened the book; would dockyard accounts.And therefore, out of a passing respect for this tradition, it will not be said of Rincewind and Twoflower that they became an ice-blue sinewave arcing through the dark imensions, or that there was a sound like the twanging of a monstrous tusk, or that their lives passed in front of their eyes (Rincewind had in any case seen his in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits) or that the universe dropped on them like a large jelly.It will be said, because experiment has proven it to be true, that there was a noise like a wooden ruler being struck heavily with a C sharp tuning fork, possibly B flat, and a sudden sensation of absolute stillness.This was because they were absolutely still

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Rincewind formed a mental picture of some strange entity living in a castle made of teeth. It was the kind of mental picture you tried to forget. Unsuccessfully.
'Urgh,' he said.
Red hats! Hethis, and couldn't. For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head. Telling him the truth would be like kicking a spaniel.
'Swee whee weedle wheet,' said a voice by his foot. He looked down. The gnome, who had introduced himself as Swires, looked up. Rincewind had a very good ear for languages. The gnome had just said, 'I've got some newt sorbet left over from yesterday.'
'Sounds wonderful,' said Rincewind. wondered whether to enlighten the tourist about what life was really like when a frog was a good meal, a rabbit hole a useful place to shelter out of the rain, and an owl a drifting, silent terror in the night. Moleskin trousers sounded quaint unless you personally had to remove them from their original owner when the vicious little sod was cornered in his burrow. As for red hats, anyone who went around a forest looking bright nd conspicuous would only do so very, very briefly.He wanted to say: look, the life of gnomes and goblins is nasty, brutish and short. So are they.He wanted to say all

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Twoflower strolled up to the rim and peered over.
"Fantastic," he said. "If only I had my picture box."
"What I come out here and look, but somehow I can never bring myself to take that extra step... A real world, with real people. I have wives and little ones, somewhere down there..." He stopped, and blew his nose. "You soon learn what you're made of, here on the Edge."
"Stop saying that. Please," moaned Rincewind. He turned over and saw Twoflower standing unconcernedly at the very lip of the rock. "Gnah," he said, and tried to burrow into the stone.else is down there? I mean, if you fell off, what would you see?"Tethis sat down on an outcrop. High over the disc the moon came out from behind a cloud, giving him the appearance of ice."My Home is down there, perhaps," he said slowly. "Beyond your silly elephants and that ridiculous turtle. A real world. Sometimes