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satisfied air. The watching deities gave a collective sigh. Even the Lady was momentarily taken aback. it was certainly ugly. The carving was uncertain, as if the craftsman's hands were shaking in horror of the thing taking shape under his reluctant fingers. It seemed to be all suckers and tentacles. And mandibles, the lady observed. And one
Rincewind knew what was inside trees: wood, sap, possibly squirrels. Not a palace.
Still-the cushions underneath him were definitely softer than wood, the wine in the wooden great eye."I thought such as He died out at the beginnings of Time," she said."Mayhap our necrotic friend was loathe even to go near this one," laughed Fate. He was enjoying himself."It should never have been spawned.""Nevertheless," said Fate gnomically. He scooped the dice into their unusual box, and then glanced up at her."Unless," he added, "you wish to resign...?"She shook her head."Play," she said."You can match my stake?""Play."
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