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the square outside the gates several large bonfires had been lit, for effect as much as anything else, because the heat from the star was scorching.
'But you can still see the stars,' said Twoflower, 'the ther stars, I mean. The little ones. In a black sky.'
Rincewind ignored him. He was looking at the gates. A group of star people and citizens were trying to batter them .
'Just find me a knife,' said Rincewind. He started to tap stones.
Twoflower and Bethan looked at each other, and shrugged. A few minutes later they returned with a selection of knives, and Twoflower had even managed to find a sword.
'We just helped ourselves,' said Bethan.down.'It's hopeless,' said Bethan. 'We'll never get in. Where are you going?''For a walk,' said Rincewind. He was setting off determinedly down a side street.There were one or two freelance rioters here, mostly engaged in wrecking shops. Rincewind took no notice, but followed the wall until it ran parallel to a dark alley that had the usual unfortunate smell of all alleys, everywhere.Then he started looking very closely at the stonework. The wall here was twenty feet high, and topped with cruel metal spikes.'I need a knife,' he said.'You're going to cut your way through?' said Bethan

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paused uncertainly, although that isn't precisely true because he was totally certain of several things, for example that he didn't want to jump, and that he certainly didn't want to face whatever it was coming up behind him, and that in the spirit world Twoflower was quite heavy, and that there were worse things than being dead.
'Name two,' he muttered, and jumped.
A few 'You call them rubbers,' said War.
RIGHT, RUBBERS, said Death. He looked up at the new star, puzzled as to what it might mean.
I THINK WE'VE GOT TIME, he repeated, a trifle uncertainly.seconds later the horsemen arrived and didn't stop when they reached the edge of the rock but simply rode into the air and reined their horses over nothingness.Death looked down.THAT ALWAYS ANNOYS ME, he said. I MIGHT AS WELL INSTALL A REVOLVING DOOR.'I wonder what they wanted!' said Pestilence.'Search me,' said War. though.''Right,' agreed Famine. 'Compelling, I thought.'WE'VE GOT TIME FOR ANOTHER FONDLE, said Death.'Rubber,' corrected War.RUBBER WHAT?

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The cottage was small, tumbledown and as ornate as a doily. Some mad whittler had got to work on it, Rincewind decided, and had created terrible havoc before he could be dragged away. Every door, every shutter had its clusters of wooden grapes and half-moon cutouts, and there were massed outbreaks of fretwork pinecones to keep it going?' said Rincewind. Twoflower touched a wall gingerly.
'It's all sticky!'
'Nougat,' said Swires.
cottage! Rincewind, a real—'
Rincewind nodded glumly. Yeah, the Confectionary School of Architecture,' he said. 'It never caught on.'
He looked suspiciously at the liquorice doorknocker.
'It sort of regenerates,' said Swires. 'Marvellous, really. You just don't get this all over the walls. He half expected a giant cuckoo to come hurtling out of an upper window.What he also noticed was the characteristic greasy feel in the air. Tiny green and purple sparks flashed from his fingernails.'Strong magical field,' he muttered. 'A hundred milli.''There's magic all over the place,' said Swires. 'An old witch used to live around here. She went a long time ago but the magic still keeps the house going.''Here, there's something odd about that door,' said Twoflower.Why should a house need magic

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snapped the troll. "I'm holding you, aren't I? Look."
Rincewind looked.
In front of him was a soft black night whose mist-muted stars glowed peacefully. But his eyes turned downwards, drawn by some irresistible fascination.
It was midnight curtains of water hurtled towards infinity as the sea swept around the island on its way to the long fall. A hundred yards below the wizard the largest sea salmon he had ever seen flicked itself out of the foam in a wild, jerky and ultimately hopeless leap. Then it fell back, over and over, in the golden underworld light.
Huge shadows grew out of that light like pillars supporting the roof of the universe. Hundreds of miles be

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both gauntleted hands and grabbed Rincewind's neck, forcing him down.
"You did this!" he screamed. "You and your box of trickery. "
His thumb found Rincewind's windpipe. This is it, the wizard thought. Wherever I’m going, it can't be worse than here...
"Excuse me," said Twoflower.
As Withel tensed himself to turn on the tourist Rincewind lashed out and caught the thief on the jaw. Withel stared at him in amazement for a moment, and then quietly toppled into the mud.
The wizard uncurled his stinging fist and the roll of gold coins slipped between Rincewind felt the grip lessen. And now Withel was slowly getting up, a look of absolute hatred on his face.A glowing ember landed on the wizard. He brushed it off hurriedly, and scrambled to his feet. Twoflower was behind Withel, holding the man's own needle-sharp sword with the point resting in the small of the thief’s back. Rincewind's eyes narrowed. He reached into his robe, then withdrew his hand bunched into a fist."Don't move," he said."Am I doing this right?" asked Twoflower anxiously."He says he'll skewer your liver if you move,"Rincewind translated freely."I doubt it," said Withel."Bet?""No!"

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They must put some food in sometime, else we'd starve. And there's bones on the floor. I expect they're seal bones, aren't they?"
"Seal...I don't know. It might be."
Lyra got up and. Pantalaimon, tired of putting out light, had become a bat, which was all very well for him; he fluttered around squeaking quietly while Lyra sat and chewed a fingernail.
Quite suddenly, with no warning at all, she remembered what it was that she'd heard the Palmerian Professor saying in the Retiring Room all that time ago. Something had been nagging at her ever since lorek Byrnison had first mentioned lofur's name, and now it came back: what lofur Raknison wanted more than anything else, Professor felt her way to the door. There was no handle, naturally, and no keyhole, and it fitted so closely at top and bottom that no light showed. She pressed her ear to it, but heard nothing. Behind her the old man was muttering to himself. She heard his chain rattle as he turned over wearily and lay the other way, and presently he began to snore.She felt her way back to the bench