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Librarian was squatting down on the floor in a long, high cellar. Miscellaneous items had been scattered on the floor in front of him; there was a cartwheel, odd bits of wood and bone, and various pipes, rods and lengths of wire that somehow suggested that, around the city, people were puzzling over broken pumps and fences with holes in. The Librarian was a thumb in the direction of the door. 'I'd make them say sorry, if I was you.'
There was a creaking, metallic noise, followed very closely by a scuffling outside as the wizards trampled one another in their effort to get away.
The Librarian had bent the pipe into a U‑shape, apparently without effort.
Glod went to the door and looked out. There was a pointy hat on the flagstones, trampled flat.
'That was fun,' he said. 'If I'd just asked them where the Librarian was, they'd chewing the end of a piece of pipe and looking intently at the heap.'That's him,' said one of the wizards, giving Glod a push.The dwarf shuffled forward. There was another outburst of muffled giggling behind him.He tapped the Librarian on the shoulder.'Excuse me–’'Ook?''Those guys just called you a monkey,' said Glod, jerking