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brought some wire with me, you see, and all you need do is break two bits off, twiddle them into your sideburns, then loop them over your ears rather clumsily like this,’ he demonstrated, ‘and there you are.’
The Chair stared.
‘Uncanny,’ he said, at last. ‘It’s true! You look just like someone wearing a very badly‑made false beard.’
‘Amazing, isn’t it?’ said the Lecturer happily, passing out the wire. ‘It’s headology, you know.’
There were ‘Wassat? What’s everyone doing?’ said Poons, suddenly waking up.
‘We’re going to play solid burghers,’ said the Dean.
‘That’s a good game,’ said Poons.

‘Can you hear me, old chap?’
The Bursar opened his eyes.a few minutes of busy twanging and the occasional whimper as a wizard punctured himself with wire, but eventually they were ready. They looked shyly at one another.‘If we got a pillow case without a pillow in it and shoved it down inside the Chair’s robe so the top was showing, he’d look just like a thin man making himself tremendously fat with a huge pillow,’ said one of them enthusiastically. He caught the Chair’s eye, and went quiet.A couple of wizards grasped the handles of Poons’ terrible wheelchair and started it rumbling over the damp cobbles.
The University sanitarium wasn’t very big, and was seldom used. Wizards

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Your girlfriend is an agent of demonic powers. That night we saw her on the hill she was prob’ly on her way to commune with evil. What d’you fink of that, eh?’
He grinned. He was rather proud of the way he’d introduced the subject.
‘That’s nice,’ said Victor abstractedly. Dibbler was certainly acting even stranger than usual. Even stranger than usual for Holy Wood, even . . .
‘Yeah,’ going above five!
‘Yeah, a-diggin’ away to rouse them from their ancient slumber to reek havoc, style offing,’ said Gaspode. ‘Prob’ly aided by cats, you mark my-’
‘Look, just shut up a minute, will you?’ said Victor, irritably. ‘I’m trying to hear what they’re saying.’
‘Well, ‘scuse me. I was jus’ tryin’ to save the world,’ muttered Gaspode. ‘If said Gaspode, slightly annoyed at this reception. ‘A-cavortin’ at night with eldritchly occult Intelligences from the Other Side, I shouldn’t wonder.’ ‘Good,’ said Victor. You didn’t normally burn things in Holy Wood. You saved them and painted on the other side. Despite himself, he began to get interested. ‘-a cast of thousands,’ Dibbler was saying. ‘I don’t care where you get them from, we’ll hire everyone in Holy Wood if we have to, right? And I want-’ ‘A-helpin’ them in their evil attempts to take over the whole world, if I’m any judge,’ said Gaspode. ‘Does she?’ said Victor. Dibbler was talking to a couple of apprentice alchemists now. What was that. A twentyreeler? But no-one had ever dreamed of

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light stopped moving as he approached it. For a moment he got a glimpse of a female figure clasping a shawl around her with one hand holding the torch high above her head. Then the light vanished so quickly it left blue and purple in the evenings, don’t you think?’
She glared at Gaspode.
‘That’s that horrible dog who’s been hanging round the studio, isn’t it?’ she said. ‘I can’t stand small dogs.’
‘Bark, bark,’ said Gaspode. Ginger stared at him. Victor could almost read her thoughtsafter-images dancing across his vision. Behind them, a small figure made a blacker shadow against the dusk. It said, ‘What are you doing in my . . . what am I . . . why are you in . . . where . . . ,’ and then, as if it had finally got to grips with the situation, changed gear and in a much more familiar voice demanded, ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Ginger?’ said Victor. ‘Yes?’ Victor paused. What were you supposed to say in circumstances like this? ‘Er . . . ‘ he said. ‘It’s nice up here

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That’s all what?’ said the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, next morning.
The man in front of him shivered with fear.
‘whined. ‘There was just this clicking noise and this sort of flickery glow under the door. And, er, they said the daylight here was wrong.’
‘Wrong? How?’
‘Er. Dunno, sir. just wrong, they said. They ought to go somewhere where it was better, they said. Uh. And they told me to go and get them some food.’
The Patrician yawned. There was something infinitely boring about the antics of alchemists.
‘Indeed,’ he said. Don’t know, lordship,’ he said. ‘They wouldn’t let me in. They made me wait outside the door, lordship.’ He twisted his forgers together nervously. The Patrician’s stare had him pinned. It was a good stare, and one of the things it was good at was making people go on talking when they thought they had finished. Only the Patrician knew how many spies he had in the city. This particular one was a servant in the Alchemists’ Guild. He had once had the misfortune to come up before the Patrician accused of malicious lingering, and had then chosen of his own free will to become a spy‘That’s all, lordship,’ he

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on a suspicion, scratched it with one of his knives. The gold peeled away, exposing a silver-grey gleam.
He'd suspected that. There simply wasn't that much gold around. The mask felt as heavy as lead because, well, it was lead. , he thought. But we said that would be shackling the river.
He dropped lightly over the balustrade on to the packed earth and walked down to the crowd.
And the full force of its belief scythed into him.
The people of Djelibeybi might have had conflicting ideas about their gods, but their belief in their kings had been unswerving for thousands of years. To Teppic it was like walking into a vat of alcohol. He felt it pouring into him until his fingertips crackled, rising up through his body until it gushed into his brain, He wondered if it had ever been all gold, and which ancestor had done it, and how many pyramids it had paid for. It was probably very symbolic of something or other. Perhaps not even symbolic of anything. Just symbolic, all by itself. One of the sacred cats was hiding under the throne. It flattened its ears and spat at Teppic as he reached down to pat it. That much hadn't changed, at least. Still no people. He padded across to the balcony. And there the people were, a great silent mass, staring across the river in the fading, leaden light. As Teppic watched a flotilla of boats and ferries set out from the near bank. We ought to have been building bridges

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biggest pyramid ever . . .
And after you'd knocked your pipes out seeing to it that the nobility had their tickets to eternity, were you allowed to turn your expertise homeward, i.e., a bijou pyramidette for self and Mrs Ptaclusp, to ensure safe delivery into the Netherworld? They stopped, and sat down, grumbling.
'I've made up my mind,' he said.
IIb doodled fitfully with his stylus. IIa strummed his abacus.
'We're going to do it,' said Ptaclusp, and strode out of the room. 'And any son who doesn't like it will be cast into the outer darkness where there is a wailing and a crashing of teeth,' he called over his shoulder. Of course not. Even dad had only been allowed to have a mastaba, although it was one of the best on the river, he had to admit, that red-veined marble had been ordered all the way from Howonderland, a lot of people had asked for the same, it had been good for business, that's how dad would have liked it. . . The biggest pyramid ever . . . And they'd never remember who was under it. It didn't matter if they called it Ptaclusp's Folly or Ptaclusp's Glory. They'd call it Ptaclusp's. He surfaced from this pool of thought to hear his sons still arguing. If this was his posterity, he'd take his chances with 600-ton limestone blocks. At least they were quiet. 'Shut up, the pair of you,' he said.

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'Ghosts of the mind and all device away, I bid the Truth to have—' she hesitated – 'its tumpty-tumpty day.'
Tomjon felt the chill engulf him. The others, too, jolted into life.
Up from out of a dagger I see before me?'
'Of course it's a bloody dagger. Come on, do it now. The weak deserve no mercy. We'll say he fell down the stairs.'
'But people will suspect!'
'Are there no dungeons? Are there no pilliwinks? Possession is nine parts of the law, husband, when what you possess is a knife.'the depths of their blank minds new words rushed, words red with blood and revenge, words that had echoed among the castle's stones, words stored in silicon, words that would have themselves heard, words that gripped their mouths so tightly that an attempt not to say them would result in a broken jaw.'Do you fear him now?' said Gumridge. 'And he so mazed with drink? Take his dagger, husband – you are a blade's width from the kingdom.''I dare not,' Wimsloe said, trying to look in astonishment at his own lips.'Who will know?' Gumridge waved a hand towards the audience. He'd never act so well again. 'See, there is only eyeless night. Take the dagger now, take the kingdom tomorrow. Have a stab at it, man.'Wimsloe's hand shook.'I have it, wife,' he said. 'Is this

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you don't even like being a Fool!'
'I hate it. But that's got nothing to do with it. If I've got to be a Fool, I'll do it properly.'
'That's really stupid,' said Magrat.
'Foolish, I'd prefer.'
The Fool had been edging along the log. 'If I kiss you,' he added carefully, 'do I turn into a frog?'
Magrat looked down at her feet again. They shuffled themselves under her dress, embarrassed at all this attention.
She could sense the shades of Gytha Ogg and Esme Weatherwax on either side of her. Granny's spectre glared at her. Aof seconds extended like taffy into hours of screaming terror.
'Ice!' screamed Granny. 'It's iced up!'
Nanny Ogg came alongside, trying vainly to match courses with the tumbling, bucking broomstick. Octarine fire crackled over the frozen bristles, shorting them out at random. She leaned over and snatched a handful of Granny's skirt.
'I tole you it was daft!' she shouted. 'You went all through all that wet witch is master of every situation, it said.Mistress, said the vision of Nanny Ogg, and made a brief gesture involving much grinning and waving of forearms.'We shall have to see,' she said.It was destined to be the most impressive kiss in the history of foreplay.Time, as Granny Weatherwax had pointed out, is a subjective experience. The Fool's years in the Guild had been an eternity whereas the hours with Magrat on the hilltop passed like a couple of minutes. And, high above Lancre, a double handful mist and then up into the cold air, you daft besom!'

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in the dormitories at night – there was apparently unauthorised humour, delivered freestyle, with no reference to the Monster Fun Book or the Council or anyone.
Out there, items like custard pies, flaming torches or extremely sharp cleavers. What had Brother Jape laying about him in red-hot, clanging rage was the fact that the Fool was bad at juggling because he wasn 't any good at it.
'Didn't you want to be anything else?' said Magrat.
'What else is there?' said the Fool. 'I haven't seen anything else I could be.'beyond the stained stonework, people were telling jokes without reference to the Lords of Misrule.It was a sobering thought. Well, not a sobering thought in actual fact, because alcohol wasn't allowed in the Guild. But if it was, it would have been.There was nowhere more sober than the Guild.The Fool spoke bitterly of the huge, redfaced Brother Prankster, of evenings learning the Merry Jests, of long mornings in the freezing gymnasium learning the Eighteen Pratfalls and the accepted trajectory for a custard pie. And juggling. Juggling! Brother Jape, a man with a soul like cold boiled string, taught juggling. It wasn't that the Fool was bad at juggling that reduced him to incoherent fury. Fools were expected to be bad at juggling, especially if juggling inherently funny

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Nanny was left alone in the gloom. A flickering torch high on the wall only made the surrounding darkness more forbidding. Strange metal shapes, designed for no more exalted purpose than the destruct-testing of the human body, cast unpleasant shadows. Nanny Ogg stirred in her chains.
'All right,' she said. 'I can see you. Who are you?'
King Verence stepped forward.
'I saw you making faces behind him,' said Nanny Ogg. 'All I could do to keep a straight face myself.'
'I wasn't making faces, woman, I was scowling.'
Nanny squinted. 'Ere, I know you,' she said. 'You're dead.'
'I a witch.'
'I suppose you're no good at locks?'
'I fear they would be beyond my capabilities as yet . . . but surely—' the ghost of the king waved a hand in a vague gesture which encompassed the dungeon, Nanny and the manacles – 'to a witch all this is just so much—'
'Solid iron,' said Nanny. 'You might be able to walk through it, but I can't.'prefer the term "passed over",' said . 'Only there's all these chains and things. You haven't seen a cat around here, have you?''Yes. He's in the room upstairs, asleep.'Nanny appeared to relax. 'That's all right, then,' she said. 'I was beginning to worry.' She stared around the dungeon again. 'What's that big bed thing over there?''The rack,' said the king, and explained its use. Nanny Ogg nodded.'What a busy little mind he's got,' she said.'I fear, madam, that I may be responsible for your present predicament,' said Verence, sitting down on or at least just above a handy anvil. 'I wished to attract

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Champot took his arm. 'It's not that bad,' he confided, as he led the unresisting king across the courtyard. 'Better than being alive, in many ways.'
'They must be bloody strange ways, then!' snapped Verence. 'I liked being alive!'
Champot grinned reassuringly. 'You'll soon get used to it,' he said.
'I don't want to get used to it!'
'You've got a strong morphogenic field,' said Champot. 'I can tell. I look for these things. Yes. Very strong, I should say.'
'What's that?'
'I was never very good with words, you know,' said Champot. 'I always found it easier to hit people with something. But I gather it all boils down to how alive you were. When you were alive, I mean. Something called—' he paused – 'animal vitality. Yes, that was it. Animal vitality. The more you had, the more you stay yourself, as it were, if you're a ghost. I expect you were one hundred per cent alive, when you were alive,' he added.
Despite himself, Verence felt flattered. 'I tried to keep myself busy,' he said. They had strolled through the wall into the Great Hall, which was now empty. The sight of the trestle tables triggered an automatic reaction in the kingfish.' He stared at Champot. 'Black pudding,' he whispered.
'You haven't actually got a stomach,' the old ghost pointed out. 'It's all in the mind. Just force of habit. You just think you're hungry.'.'How do we go about getting breakfast?' he said.Champot's head looked surprised.'We don't,' he said. 'We're ghosts.''But I'm hungry!''You're not, you know. It's just your imagination.'There was a clattering from the kitchens. The cooks were already up and, in the absence of any other instructions, were preparing the castle's normal breakfast menu. Familiar smells were wafting up from the dark archway that led to the kitchens.Verence sniffed.'Sausages,' he said dreamily. 'Bacon. Eggs. Smoked
'I think I'm ravenous.'

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strode across the hall towards the staircase that led to the royal apartments. The hall had changed a lot since he last saw it. Portraits of Keli were everywhere; they'd even replaced the ancient and crumbling battle banners in the shadowy heights of the roof. Anyone walking through the palace would have found it him.
'Are you angry about something?' he said. 'I started work, but I got rather tied up with other things. Very difficult, walking through – why are you looking at me like that?'
'What are you doing here?'impossible to go more than a few steps without seeing a portrait. Part of Mort's mind wondered why, just as another part worried about the flickering dome that was steadily closing on the city, but most of his mind was a hot and steamy glow of rage and bewilderment and jealousy. Ysabell had been right, he thought, this must be love.'The walk-through-walls boy!'He jerked his head up. Cutwell was standing at the top of the stairs.The wizard had changed a lot too, Mort thought bitterly. Perhaps not that much, though. Although he was wearing a black and white robe embroidered with sequins, although his pointy hat was a yard high and decorated with more mystic symbols than a dental chart, and although his red velvet shoes had silver buckles and toes that curled like snails, there were still a few stains on his collar and he appeared to be chewing.He watched Mort climb the stairs towards

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the body's morphic field, but never under such control. Her hair unwound itself from its tight bun, changing colour and lengthening. Her body straightened up. Wrinkles dwindled and vanished. Her grey woollen dress moved like four-wheel drift.
'I didn't hear you,' she purred.
'V-v-very nice,' he said. 'Is that who you were?'
'It's who I've always been.'
'Oh.' Mort stared at his feet. 'I'm supposed to take you away,' he said.the surface of the sea and ended up tracing entirely different and disturbing contours.She looked down, giggled, and changed the dress into something leaf-green and clingy.'What do you think, Mort?' she said. Her voice had sounded cracked and quavery before. Now it suggested musk and maple syrup and other things that set Mort's adam's apple bobbing like a rubber ball on an elastic band.'. . .' he managed, and gripped the scythe until his knuckles went white.She walked towards him like a snake in a

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He rushed forward to help the fallen figure, and found himself grabbing hold of a hand that was nothing more than polished bone, smooth and rather yellowed like an old billiard ball. The figure's hood fell back, and a naked skull turned its empty eyesockets towards him.
Not quite itself down. Now Mort could see there was a heavy belt around its waist, from which was slung a white-handled sword.
'I hope you are not hurt, sir,' he said politely.
The skull grinned. Of course, Mort thought, it hasn't much of a choiceempty, though. Deep within them, as though they were windows looking across the gulfs of space, were two tiny blue stars.It occurred to Mort that he ought to feel horrified, so he was slightly shocked to find that he wasn't. It was a skeleton sitting in front of him, rubbing its knees and grumbling, but it was a live one, curiously impressive but not, for some strange reason, very f rightening.THANK YOU, BOY, said the skull. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?'Uh,' said Mort, 'Mortimer . . . sir. They call me Mort.'WHAT A COINCIDENCE, said the skull. HELP ME UP, PLEASE.The figure rose unsteadily, brushing

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fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colours are chosen, institutional decor ends up as either vomit green, unmentionable brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little that the staff could talk. The other servants were friendly enough, but you couldn't talk to them. Not about magic, anyway.
She was also coming to the conclusion that she ought to learn to read. This reading Business seemed to be the key to wizard magic, which was all about words. Wizards seemed to think that names were the same as things, and that if you changed the name, you changed the thing. At least, it seemed to be something like that ....understood process of sympathetic resonance, corridors painted in those colours always smell slightly of boiled cabbage-even if no cabbage is ever cooked in the vicinity. Somewhere in the corridors a bell rang. Esk dropped lightly from her windowsill, grabbed the staff and started to sweep industriously as doors were flung open and the corridors filled with students. They streamed past her on two sides, like water around a rock. For a few minutes there was utter confusion. Then doors slammed, a few laggard feet pattered away in the distance, and Esk was by herself again. Not for the first time, Esk wished

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party of gnolls had crept up on them during the night. The nasty creatures, a variety of stone goblin, had slit the throat of a , running as if all the legions of Hell were after them.
Judging by what had happened to their colleagues, they were probably right. Bits of gnolls hung from the nearby rocks, giving them a sort of jolly, festive air. Gander wasn't particularly sorry about that - gnolls liked to capture travellers and practise hospitality of the red-hot-knife-and-bludgeon kind - but he was nervous of being in the same area as Something that went through a dozen wiry and wickedly armed gnolls like a spoon through a lightly-boiled egg but left no tracks.
In fact the ground was swept clean.guard and must have been poised to slaughter the entire party. Only.... Only no one knew quite what had happened next. The screams had woken them up, and by the time people had puffed up the fires and Treatle the wizard had cast a blue radiance over the campsite the surviving gnolls were distant, spidery shadows

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Granny chewed a crustless sandwich. "Oh, he's a nature god," she said. "Sometimes he manifests himself as an oak tree, or half a man and half a goat, but mainly I see him in his aspect as a bloody nuisance. You only find him in the deep woods, of course. He plays the flute. Very badly, if you must know."
Esk lay on her stomach and looked out across the lands below while a few hardy, self-employed bumblebees patrolled the thyme clusters. The sun was warm on her back but, up here, there were still drifts of snow on the hubside of rocks.
"Tell me troubles around here without going to look for them in forn parts."
"I dreamed of a city once," said Esk. "It had hundreds of people in it, and there was this building with big gates, and they were magical gates -"
A sound like tearing cloth came from behind her. Granny had fallen asleep.about the lands down there," she said lazily. Granny peered disapprovingly at ten thousand miles of landscape. "They're just other places," she said. "Just like here, only different." "Are there cities and things?" "Idaresay." "Haven't you ever been to look?" Granny sat back, gingerly arranging her skirt to expose several inches of respectable flannelette to the sun, and let the heat caress her old bones. "No," she said. "There's quite enough
"Granny! "

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Rincewind turned around.
'Come on,' he said. 'Not far now.'
'Where to?' said Twoflower.
'Unseen University, of course.'
'Is that wise?'
'Probably not, but I'm still going—' Rincewind paused, his face a mask of pain. He put his hand to his ears and groaned.
'Spell giving you trouble?'
'Yargh.'
'Try humming.'
Rincewind grimaced. 'I'm going to get rid of this thing,' he said thickly. 'It's going back into the book where it belongs. I Torchlight flickered easily on the damp tunnels far under the University as the heads of the eight Orders of wizardry filed onwards.
'At least it's cool down here,' said one.
'We shouldn't be down here.'want my head back!''But then—' Twoflower began, and stopped. They could all hear it – a distant chanting and the stamping of many feet.'Do you think it's star people?' said Bethan.It was. The lead marchers came around a corner a hundred yards away, behind a ragged white banner with an eight-pointed star on it.'Not just star people,' said Twoflower. 'All kinds of people!'The crowd swept them up in its passage. One moment they were standing in the deserted street, the next they were perforce moving with a tide of humanity that bore them onwards through the city.

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'Would you say it was a bit dark and greasy and smelt like a very ill horse?'
'Very accurate deshcription, I'd shay.'
'He wouldn't agree. He'd say it was a magnificent barbarian tent, hung with the pelts of the great beasts hunted by the lean-eyed warriors from the edge of civilisation, and smelt of the rare and curious resins plundered from the caravans as they crossed the trackless – well, and so on. I mean it,' he added.
'He'sh mad?'
'Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money.'
'Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric.'
Cohen awkwardly through the soft snow, came the Luggage. No-one ever asked its opinion about anything.
turned in his saddle again. Twoflower was telling Bethan how Cohen had single-handed defeated the snake warriors of the witch lord of S'belinde and stolen the sacred diamond from the giant statue of Offler the Crocodile God.A weird smile formed among the wrinkles of Cohen's face.'I could tell him to shut up, if you like,' said Rincewind.'Would he?''No, not really.''Let him babble,' said Cohen. His hand fell to the handle of his sword, polished smooth by the grip of decades.'Anyway, I like his eyes,' he said. They can see for fifty years.'A hundred yards behind them, hopping rather
By evening they had come to the edge of the high plains, and rode down through gloomy pine forests that had only been lightly dusted by the snowstorm. It was a landscape of huge cracked

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know. It's only the landing that hurts, and there was nothing below me. As I fell I saw the world spin off into space until it was lost against the stars."
"What , in fact, and then I was off again. Then there was a time I woke up and there was your world coming at me like a custard pie thrown by the Creator and, well, I landed in the sea not far from the Circumfence widdershins of Krull. All sorts of creatures get washed up against the Fence, and at the time they were looking for slaves to man the way stations, and I ended up here." He stopped and stared intently at Rincewind. "every night I come happened next?" said Twoflower breathlessly, glancing towards the misty universe."I froze solid," said Tethis simply. "Fortunately it is something my race can survive. But I thawed out occasionally when I passed near other worlds. There was one, I think it was the one with what, I thought was this strange ring of mountains around it that turned out to be the biggest dragon you could ever imagine, covered in snow and glaciers and holding its tail in its mouth - well, I came within a few leagues of that, I shot over the landscape like a comet