John William Waterhouse Flora and the Zephyrs

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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.