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Sparks crackled off his fur.
‘Come on,’ he said. ‘We’d better warn people. You’re good at that.’

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It was his leg. It was as though a half‑melted ice cube was soaking through his trousers. He tried to ignore it, but it had a definite unignorable quality.
He looked down.
‘ ‘Scuse me,’ said Gaspode.
Victor’s eyes focused. Then his eyes found themselves being dragged back to the screen, where a huge version of himself was kissing a huge version of Ginger.
There was another feeling of sticky coldness. He surfaced again.the only noise inside the Odium. Calliope had stopped playing and was staring up at the screen.Mouths hung open, and closed only to bite on handfuls of banged grains.Victor was dimly aware that he’d fought it. He’d tried to look away. Even now, a little voice in his own head was telling him that things were wrong, but he ignored it. Things were clearly right. He’d shared in the sighs as the heroine tried to preserve the old family mine in a Worlde Gonne Madde . . . He’d shuddered at the fighting in the war. He’d watched the ballroom scene in a romantic haze. He . . .. . . was aware of a cold sensation against
‘I can bite your leg if you like,’ said Gaspode.

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never used. All the wasted chances.
How lucky for me, he thought gloomily, that I happen to be alive at this time.
Ginger turned over in her sleep. At least her breathing was more regular now.
‘Come on,’ said Gaspode. ‘It’s not right, you being alone in a lady’s boodwah.’
‘I’m not alone,’ Victor said. ‘She’s with me.’
‘That’s the point,’ said Gaspode.
‘Woof,’ sort this out once and for all,’ he said.
‘No, we won’t,’ said Gaspode. ‘The reason being, tomorrow we’re goin’ to Ankh-Morpork, remember?’
‘We?’ said Victor. ‘Ginger and I are going. I didn’t know about you.’
‘Laddie goin’, too,’ said Gaspode. ‘I-’ Laddie added, loyally. ‘You know,’ said Victor, following the dogs down the stairs, ‘I’m beginning to feel there’s something wrong here. There’s something going on and I don’t know what it is. Why was she trying to get into the hill?’ ‘Prob’ly in league with dread Powers,’ said Gaspode. ‘The city and the hill and the old book and everything,’ said Victor, ignoring this. ‘It all makes sense if only I knew what was connecting it.’ He stepped out into the early evening, into the lights and noise of Holy Wood. ‘Tomorrow we’ll go up there in the daylight and

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understand a word of it, but I know good dialogue when I hear it.’
‘Parrots,’ said the handleman flatly. ‘Your common Howondaland Green. Amazing bird. Memory like an elephant. Get a couple of dozen in different sizes and you’ve got a full vocal-’
That at you, you Foul Black Guard," ‘ said Rock. ‘And then you caught him a right ding on the arm, cut a hole in the tent–’
‘Good sword work, though,’ said Morry appraisingly. ‘A bit showy, but pretty good.’
‘But I don’t know how to-’ Victor began.
‘–and she was lying there all longgrass,’ said Rock. ‘An’ you swept her up, and she said-’
‘Long grass?’ said Ginger weakly. launched a detailed technical discussion. Victor let himself slide off the camel’s back and ducked under its neck to reach Ginger. ‘Listen,’ he said urgently. ‘It was just like last time. Only stronger. Like a sort of dream. The handleman started to take pictures and it was just like a dream.’ ‘Yes, but what did we actually do?’ she said. ‘What you did,’ said Rock, ‘was gallop the camel up to the tent, leap off, come at us like a windmill-’ ‘–leapin’ on rocks and laughin’–’said Morry. ‘Yeah, you said to Morry, "Have

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walked further along the bench, where another box
stood with its back panel open. This time a cageful of sluggishlooking lizards blinked mournfully at Victor.
‘We ain’t Victor prodded the picture box thoughtfully.
‘Well, all right,’ he said. ‘So you get lots of little pictures. And you wind them fast. So we ought to see a blur, but we don’t.’
‘Ah,’ said Gaffer, tapping the side of his nose. ‘Handlemen’s Guild secret, that is. Handed down from initiate to initiate,’ he added importantly. very happy with this,’ said Gaffer, ‘but it’s the best we can do. Your basic salamander, see, will lie in the desert all day, absorbing light, and when it’s frightened it excretes the light again. Self-defence mechanism, it’s called. So as the film goes past and the shutter here clicks backwards and forwards, their light goes out through the film and these lenses here and on to the screen. Basically very simple.’ ‘How do you make them frightened?’ said Victor. ‘You see this handle?’ ‘Oh.’

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turned to the assembled soldiers. They were staring at him with expressions of amazement, apart from those who hadn't removed their helmets and who were staring at him with expressions of metallic ferocity.
Teppic snatched a water skin from one of them, pulled out the stopper and tipped it on to the ground in front of the camel's to a camel!'
'Is a sword any good?'
'No!'
The sergeant hesitated, and then passed Teppic his spear. He grabbed it point-end first, fought for balance, and then brought it smartly across the camel's flank, raising a cloud of dust and hair.
You Bastard stopped. His ears turned like radar aerials. He stared at the rock wall, rolling twitching nose. 'There's a river here,' he hissed. 'You know where it is, all you've got to do is go there!' The soldiers looked around nervously. So did several Tsorteans, who had wandered up to see what was going on. You Bastard got to his feet, knees trembling, and started to spin around in a circle. Teppic clung on. . . . let d equal 4, thought You Bastard desperately. Let a.d equal 90. Let not-d equal 45 . . . 'I need a stick!' shouted Teppic, as he was whirled past the sergeant. 'They never understand anything unless you hit them with a stick, it's like punctuation

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Teppic realised what it was about the man's speech that was strange. Dios would bend any sentence to breaking point if it meant avoiding a past tense. He pointed to another fresco.
'And her?' he said.
'She is proceed down the corridor, limping slightly but still measuring his pace like the ticking of centuries. 'The barbarian lands.'

Teppic looked at his father. The embalmers had done a good job. They were waitinQueen Khat-leon-ra-pta,' said Dios. 'She wins the kingdom of Howandaland by stealth. This is the time of the Second Empire.' 'But she is dead?' said Teppic. 'I understand so,' said the high priest, after the slightest of pauses. Yes. The past tense definitely bothered Dios. 'I have learned seven languages,' said Teppic, secure in the knowledge that the actual marks he had achieved in three of them would remain concealed in the ledgers of the Guild. 'Indeed, sire?' 'Oh, yes. Morporkian, Vanglemesht, Ephebe, Laotation and several others . . .' said Teppic. 'Ah.' Dios nodded, smiled, and continued to g for him to tell them

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beer, and whispered in her ear.
The two started a spirited, whispered conversation. It was, thought Tomjon, a particularly feminine way of talking. It normally took place on doorsteps, with all the participants standing with their arms folded and, if anyone was her chair, and came and took Tomjon's hand. He followed her unprotestingly across the flagstones and up the steps to the throne, where she put her hands on his shoulders and pressed him gently down on to the threadbare red plush cushions.
There was a scraping of benches and chairs. He looked around in panic.
'What's happening now?' he said.so ungracious as to walk past, they'd stop abruptly and watch them in silence until they were safely out of earshot.He became aware that Granny Weatherwax had stopped talking, and that the entire hall was staring at him expectantly.'Hallo?' he said.'It might be a good idea to hold the coronation tomorrow,' said Granny. 'It's not good for a kingdom to be without a ruler. It doesn't like it.'She stood up, pushed back