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family, Soll. Especially me.’
Soll shrugged. ‘OK. OK.’
‘Right?’
‘Yes, of the hall. With a clanking and the hiss of desperately escaping air, Bezam’s daughter Calliope rose slowly out of the floor, attacking the keys on a small organ with all the verve of several hours’ practice and the combined efforts of two strong trolls working the bellows behind the scenes. She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.
Down in the stalls, the Dean passed a bag along to the Chair.Uncle.’ Soll grinned. ‘You’ve got my solemn promise on that.’‘That’s my boy.’At the other end of the row, Victor and Ginger were staring at the blank screen in sullen horror.‘You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you,’ said Ginger.‘Yes. Someone’s going to start playing music out of a hole in the floor.’‘Was that cave really a picture pit?’‘Sort of, I think,’ said Victor, carefully.‘But the screen here is just a screen. It’s not . . . well, it’s just a screen. Just a better class of sheet. It’s not –‘There There was a blast of sound from the front

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sat under the table in perplexed disapproval to begin with, and then in alcoholic perplexed disapproval, because Laddie was generosity itself when it came to sharing saucers of beer.
Now, after they’d both been thrown out, Gaspode decided it was time for a lecture in true dogness.
‘You don’t want to go himblong. Umlong. Humbling yourself to ‘umans,’ he said. ‘It’s letting everyone , you know.’ He managed to get back on all four feet. ‘I mean, look at the start I had in life. Frone inna river inna sack. An actual sack, Dear little puppy dog opens his eyes, look out in wonder at the world, style offing, he’s in this sack.’ The tears dripped off his nose. ‘For two weeks I thought the brick was my mother.’
‘Woof,’ said Laddie, with uncomprehending sympathy. down. We’ll never frow off the shackles of dependency on mankind if dogs like you go aroun’ bein’ glad to see people the whole time. I was person’ly disgusted when you did that Lyin’-on-your-back-and-playin’-dead routine, let me tell you.’ ‘Woof.’ ‘You’re just a running dog of the human imperialists,’ said Gaspode severely. Laddie put his paws over his nose. Gaspode tried to stand up, tripped over his legs, and sat down heavily. After a while a couple of huge tears coursed down his fur. ‘Concourse,’ he said, ‘I never had a chance

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They sat down in the shade behind the tent.
‘I just want you to know’, said Ginger coldly, ‘that I have never attempted to look languorous in my life.’
‘Could be worth a try,’ said Victor, absently.
‘What?’
‘Sorry. with Holy Wood?’ she said.
Victor nodded. Then he threw himself sideways and landed on Gaspode, who had been watching them intently.
‘Yelp,’ said Gaspode.
‘Now listen,’ Victor hissed into his ear, ‘No more of these hints. What is it that you noticed about us? Otherwise it’s Detritus for you. With mustard.’
The dog squirmed in his grip. Look, something made us act like that. I don’t know how to use a sword. I’ve always just waved it around. What did you feel like?’ ‘You know how you feel when you hear someone say something and you realize you’ve been daydreaming?’ ‘It was like your own life fading away and something else filling up the space.’ They considered this in silence. ‘Do you think it’s something to do

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Silverfish looked surprised. ‘Oh, you’ll be OK,’ he said. ‘It’s very hard to be bad at acting in moving pictures.’
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a dollar coin.
‘Here,’ he Silverfish’s face broke into a relieved grin.
‘Oh, that,’ he said. ‘That’s just the magic of Holy Wood. Not wizard’s magic,’ he added hastily, ‘which is all superstition and mumbo-jumbo. No. This is magic for ordinary people. Your mind is fizzing with all the possibilities. I know mine was,’ he added. . ‘Yes,’ said Victor uncertainly. ‘But how does it work?’
Silverfish’s face lit up. said, ‘go and get something to eat.’ He looked Victor up and down. ‘Are you waiting for something?’ he said. ‘Well,’ said Victor, ‘I was hoping you could tell me what’s going on.’ ‘How do you mean?’ ‘A couple of nights ago I watched your, your click,’ he felt slightly proud of remembering the term, ‘back in the city and suddenly I wanted to be here more than anything else. I’ve never really wanted anything in my life before!’

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,' it said. 'You don't catch me out like that. You think I'm stupid? You've got to tell me the answer.'
'Oh, blow,' said Teppic.
'Thought you had me there, didn't you?' said the Sphinx.
'Sorry.'
'You thought you could get me all confused, did you?'
The Sphinx grinned.
'It was worth a try,' said Teppic.
'Can't guessed the riddle?' said Teppic.
'No!'
'Well, then. They couldn't have talked, could they?'
The Sphinx's claws scrabbled irritably on its rock.
'I suppose you'd better move along, then,' it grumbled.
'Thank you,' said Teppic.blame you. So what's the answer, then?' Teppic scratched his nose. 'Haven't a clue,' he said. 'Unless, and this is a shot in the dark, you understand, it's: A Man.' The Sphinx glared at him. 'You've been here before, haven't you?' it said accusingly. 'No.' 'Then someone's been talking, right?' 'Who could have talked? Has anyone ever
'I'd be grateful if you didn't tell anyone, please,' added the Sphinx

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Teppic peered out through the eye slots. It was certainly a handsome face. It smiled faintly. He remembered his father visiting the nursery one day and forgetting to take it off; Teppic had screamed the place down.
'It's important.'
Teppic juggled it into position.
'I expect you've seen a lot of changes,' he said politely.
A look of pain passed over the old priest's face, but quickly, as if it was in a hurry to get away. 'No, sire,' he said smoothly, 'I have been very fortunate.'
'Oh. What's this?'
'The Sheaf of Plenty, sire. Extremely significant, very symbolic.'rather heavy.' 'It is weighted with the centuries,' said Dios, and passed over the obsidian Reaping Hook of Justice. 'Have you been a priest long, Dios?' 'Many years, sire, man and eunuch. Now-' 'Father said you were high priest even in grandad's time. You must be very old.' 'Well-preserved, sire. The gods have been kind to me,' said Dios, in the face of the evidence. 'And now, sire, if we could just hold this as well . . 'What is it?' 'The Honeycomb of Increase, sire. Very

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can afford a tavern tonight,' he said. 'So if we just—'
'We'll sleep in the carts,' said Tomjon firmly, squinting at himself in the shard of mirror.
'But you know how much the Fo – the king gave us! It could be feather beds all the way home!'
'It's straw mattresses and a good profit for us,' said Tomjon. 'And that'll buy you gods from heaven and demons from hell and the wind and the waves and more trapdoors than you can count, my lawn ornament.'
Hwel's over land and pick up some more cash. That would be better, wouldn't it?' Tomjon grinned. 'We took one hundred and three pence tonight; I counted heads during the Judgement speech. That's nearly one silver piece after expenses.'
'You're your father's son, and no mistake,' said Hwel.
Tomjon sat back and looked at himself in the mirror.
'Yes,' he said, 'I thought I had better be.'hand rested on Tomjon's shoulder for a moment. Then he said, 'You're right, boss.''Certainly I am. How's the play going?''Hmm? What play?' said Hwel, innocently.Tomjon carefully removed a plaster brow ridge.'You know,' he said. 'That one. The Lancre King.''Oh. Coming along. Coming along, you know. I'll get it right one of these days.' Hwel changed the subject with speed. 'You know, we could work our way down to the river and take a boat home. That would be nice, wouldn't it?''But we could work our way home