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wizards who got along with one another about as easily as cats in a sack, and now the gloves were off anyone who tried to interfere was going to end up severely scratched. This wasn't the old, gentle, rather silly magic that the Dischaze high in the air.
'It's raw magic settling out of the atmosphere,' he said. 'It's saturated.'
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'Surely there's-’ Conina began.
'There isn't,' said Rincewind flatly, but with just the faintest twinge of satisfaction. 'The wizards will fight each other until there's one victor. There isn't anything anyone else was used to; this was magic war, white-hot and searing.Rincewind wasn't very good at precognition; in fact he could barely see into the present. But he knew with weary certainty that at some point in the very near future, like thirty seconds or so, someone would say: 'Surely there's something we could do?'The desert passed below them, lit by the low rays of the setting sun.'There don't seem to be many stars,' said Nijel. 'Perhaps they're scared to come out.'Rincewind looked up. There was a silver