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'How did-’ Conina began, but Nijel interrupted her.
'Wizards are privy to arcane knowledge, that's prob­ably what it is,' he said. 'Probably the carpet's got a geas on it to do the opposite of anything that's said. Can you make it go up further?'
'Yes, but build­ing its own tower. It's a sort of reaction. Wizards always used to build a tower around themselves, like those ... what do you call those things you find at the bottom of rivers?'
'Frogs.'
'Stones.'
'Unsuccessful gangsters.'
'Caddis flies is what I meant,' said Rincewind. 'When a wizard set I'm not going to,' said Rincewind. The carpet drifted slowly forward and, as happens so often at times like this, a rolling of masonry bounced right across the spot where it had lain.A moment later they were out in the open air, the storm of stone behind them.The palace was pulling itself to pieces, and the pieces were funnelling up into the air like a volcanic eruption in reverse. The sourcerous tower had completely disap­peared, but the stones were dancing towards the spot where it had stood and ...'They're building another tower!' said Nijel.'Out of my palace, too,' said Creosote.'The hat's won,' said Rincewind. 'That's why it's

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muscular organ which powers the circulation of the blood. But look at it like this - you quite like her, don't you?
Well ... was missing. It took him a little while to realise what it was.
No-one had tried to sell him anything for several minutes. In Al Khali, that probably meant you were dead.
He, Corona and the Luggage were alone in a long, shady alley. He could hear the bustle of the city some way away, but immediately around them there was nothing except a rather expectant Rincewind hesitated. Yes, he thought, er ...She's pretty good company, eh? Nice voice?Well, of course ...You'd like to see more of her?Well ... Rincewind realised with some surprise that, yes, he would. It wasn't that he was entirely unused to the company of women, but it always seemed to cause trouble and, of course, it was a well known fact that it was bad for the magical abilities, although he had to admit that his particular magical abilities, being approximately those of a rubber hammer, were shaky enough to start with.Then you've got nothing to lose, have you? his libido put in, in an oily tone of thought.It was at this point Rincewind realised that something important

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higher levels of wizardry are a perilous place. Every wizard is trying to dislodge the wizards above him while stamping on the fingers of those below; to say that wizards are healthily competitive by nature is like saying that bad form to kill a brother wizard, and wizards felt able to let their hair down without fear of being strangled with it.
The Archchancellor's chair was empty. Wayzygoose was dining alone in his study, as befits a man chosen by the gods after their serious discussion with sensible senior wizards earlier in the day. Despite his eighty years, he was feeling a little bit nervous and hardly touched his second chicken.
In a few minutes he would have to make a speech. Wayzygoose piranhas are naturally a little peckish. However, ever since the great Mage Wars left whole areas of the Disc uninhabitable[5], wizards have been forbidden to settle their differences by magical means, because it caused a lot of trouble for the population at large and in any case it was often difficult to tell which of the resultant patches of smoking fat had been the winner. So they traditionally resort to knives, subtle poisons, scorpions in shoes and hilarious booby traps involving razor-sharp pendulums.On Small Gods' Eve, however, it was considered extremely

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There’s just panels of light,’ said Ludmilla.
‘Something else! Look for something it could be coming from!’
‘It’s coming from everywhere!’
‘Whatever you’re thinking of doing,’ said Doreen, picking up a potted plant and holding it like a club, ‘I hope you do it fast.’ ‘What’s that round black thing up there?’ said Arthur.
‘Where?’
‘There.
‘Artor! Nobblyesse obligay!’
‘What? Is that some sort of vampire code?’ Reg whispered. ‘It means something like: a count’s gotta do what a count’s gotta do,’ said Windle.
‘Count!’ snarled Arthur, swaying dangerously. ‘I
.’ Arthur pointed.‘OK, Reg and me will help you up, come on -‘‘Me? But I can’t stand heights!’‘I thought you could turn into a bat?’‘Yeah, but a very nervous one!’‘Stop complaining. Right - one foot here, now your hand here, now put your foot on Reg’s shoulder -‘ ‘And don’t go through,’ said Reg.‘I don’t like this!’ Arthur moaned, as they hoisted him up.Doreen stopped glaring at the creeping trolleys

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crowd. ‘No-one could have got out of there alive! We saw it all blow up!’ Bill Door turned around slowly.
WE HID. he said, IN THE CELLAR.
‘the stairs and back into the night. The door slammed. He didn’t hear her come back up the stairs with a bowl of cold water and a flannel.
Miss Flitworth could walk lightly, too, when she had a mind to.
She came in and shut the door behind her.
‘Her parents’ll want to see her,’ she said.’Her mum’s in a faint and Big Henry from the mill knocked her dad out when he tried to run into the flames, but they’ll be here directly.’
She bent down and ran the flannel over the girl’s forehead.There! See?’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘In the cellar. Makes sense.’ ‘But the inn hasn’t got -‘ the doubter began, and stopped. Bill Door was glaring at him.‘In the cellar,’ he corrected himself. ‘Yeah. Right. Clever.’‘Very clever,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Now get along with the lot of you.’He heard her shoo them down

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even think of setting foot in a religious establishment I get a pain all down my leg.’
‘Yes, but there was no need for him to say what he said when you pushed the lid off,’ said Doreen. ‘And him a priest, too. They shouldn’t know those kind of words.’
‘I enjoyed that temple,’ said Arthur, wistfully. ‘It was something to do on a Wednesday.’
It dawned on Windle Poons that Doreen had miraculously acquired the ability to use her double-yous.
‘And you’re a vampire too, Mrs Win . . . I do beg your pardon . . . Countess Notfaroutoe?’ he enquired politely.share her husband’s hobbies,’ said Doreen.’It iss vot keeps a marriage intervesting.’
‘Who wants an interesting marriage? I never said I wanted an interesting marriage. That’s what’s wrong with people today, expecting things like marriage to be interesting. And it’s not a hobby, anyway,’ moaned Arthur. ‘This vampiring’s not all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Can’t go out in daylight, can’t eat garlic, can’t have a decent shave -‘ ‘Why can’t you have a -‘ Windle began.
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Thank goodness for old Teatar, he thought. Otherwise I’d already be looking at the underside of a rather cheap pine lid. Funny thing, he thought. I’m thinking. Clearly.
Wow.
Windle lay back, feeling his spirit refilling his body like gleaming molten metal ?filling? through a mould.
White-hot thoughts seared across the darkness of his brain, fired sluggish neurones into action.
It was of muscles. Now the body stood up. The knee joints resisted for a while, but they were no more able to withstand the onslaught of will-power than a sick mosquito can withstand a blowtorch.never like this when I was alive.But I’m not dead.Not alive and not dead.Sort of non-alive.Or un-dead.Oh dear . . . He swung himself upright. Muscles that hadn’t worked properly for seventy or eighty years jerked into overdrive. For the first time in his entire life, he corrected himself, better make that ‘period of existence’, Windle Poons’ body was entirely under Windle Poons’ control. And Windle Poons ‘ spirit wasn’t about to take any lip from a bunch