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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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