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did say they used to live in these parts." The dryad stood up and stretched out her hand. "Come. I am Druellae. Come with me and watch your friend's fate. It should be interesting."
"I’m not sure that-" began Rincewind.
The dryad turned her green eyes on him.
"Do you believe you have a choice?" she asked.
A staircase broad as a major highway wound up through the tree, with vast rooms leading off at every landing. The sourceless yellow light was everywhere. There was also a sound like - Rincewind concentrated, trying to identify it- "Um," said Rincewind.
Druellae laughed.
"I can see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole mlike far off thunder, or a distant waterfall."It's the tree," said the dryad shortly."What's it doing?" said Rincewind."Living.""I wondered about that. I mean, are we really in a tree? Have I been reduced in size? From outside it looked narrow enough for me to put my arms around.""It is.""Um, but here I am inside it?""You are."ultidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should have realised that you weren't
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