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YES。
'At least you can tell us where Rincewind is now！' Death shrugged。 It was a gesture he was particularly well built for。
THE FOREST OF SKUND； RIMWARDS OF THE RAMTOP MOUNTAINS。
What is he doing there？'
FEELING VERY SORRY FOR HIMSELF。
'Oh。'
NOW MAY I GO？
Galder nodded distractedly。 He had been thinking wistfully of the banishment ritual； which started 'Begone； foul shade' and had some rather impressive passages which he had been practising； but somehow he couldn't work up any enthusiasm。
'Oh； yes；' he said。 Thank you； yes。' And then； because it's as well not to make enemies even among the creatures of night； he added politely； 'I hope it is a good party。'
Death didn't answer。 He was looking at Spold in the same way that a dog looks at a bone； only in this case things were more or less the other way around。
'I said I hope it is a good party；' said Galder； loudly。
AT THE MOMENT IT IS； said Death levelly。 I THINK IT MIGHT GO DOWNHILL VERY QUICKLY AT MIDNIGHT。
'Why？'
THAT'S WHEN THEY THINK I'LL BE TAKING MY MASK OFF。
He vanished； leaving only a cocktail stick and a short paper streamer behind。
There had been an unseen observer of all this。 It was of course entirely against the rules； but Trymon knew all about rules and had always considered they were for making； not obeying。
Long before the eight mages had got down to some serious arguing about what the apparition had meant he was down in the main levels of the University library。
It was an awe…inspiring place。 Many of the books were magical； and the important thing to remember about grimoires is that they are deadly in the hands of any ibrarian who cares about order； because he's bound to stick them all on the same shelf。 This is not a good idea with books that tend to leak magic； because more than one or two of them together form a critical Black Mass。 On top of that； many of the lesser spells are quite particular about the pany they keep； and tend to express any objections by hurling their books viciously across the room。 And； of course； there is always the half…felt presence of the Things from the Dungeon Dimensions； clustering around the magical leakage and constantly probing the walls of reality。
The job of magical librarian； who has to spend his working days in this sort of highly charged atmosphere； is a high…risk occupation。
The Head Librarian was sitting on top of his desk； quietly peeling a orange； and was well aware of that。
He glanced up when Trymon entered。
'I'm looking for anything we've got on the Pyramid of Tshut；' said Trymon。 He had e prepared： he took a banana out of his pocket。
The librarian looked at it mournfully； and then flopped down heavily on the floor。 Trymon found a soft hand poked gently into his and the librarian led the way； waddling sadly between the bookshelves。 It was like holding a little leather glove。
Around them the books sizzled and sparked； with the occasional discharge of undirected magic flashing over to the carefully…placed earthing rods nailed to the shelves。 There was a tinny； blue smell and； just at the very limit of hearing； the horrible chittering of the dungeon creatures。
Like many other parts of Unseen University the library occupied rather more space than its outside dimensions would suggest； because magic distorts space in strange ways； and it was probably the only library in the universe with Mobius shelves。 But the librarian's mental catalogue was ticking over perfectly。 He stopped by a soaring stack of musty books and swung himself up into the darkness。 There was the sound of rustling paper； and a cloud of dust oated down to Trymon。 Then the librarian was back； a slim volume in his hands。
'Oook；' he said。
Trymon took it gingerly。
The cover was scratched and very dog…eared； the gold of its lettering had long ago curled off； but he could just make out； in the old magic tongue of the Tsort Valley； the words： Iyt Gryet Teymple hyte Tsort； Y Hiystory Myistical。
'Oook？' said the librarian； anxiously。
Trymon turned the pages cautiously。 He wasn't very good at languages； he'd always found them highly inefficient things which by rights ought to be replaced by some sort of easily understood numerical system； but this seemed exactly what he was looking for。 There were whole pages covered with meaningful hieroglyphs。
'Is this the only book you've got about the pyramid of Tsort？' he said slowly。
'Oook。'
'You're quite sure？'
'Oook。'
Trymon listened。 He could hear； a long way off； the sound of approaching feet and arguing voices。 But he had been prepared for that； too。
He reached into a pocket。
'Would you like another banana？' he said。
The forest of Skund was indeed enchanted； which was nothing unusual on the Disc； and was also the only forest in the whole universe to be called … in the local language … Your Finger You Fool； which was the literal meaning of the word Skund。
The reason for this is regrettably all too mon。 When the first explorers from the warm lands around the Circle Sea travelled into the chilly hinterland they filled in the blank spaces on their maps by grabbing the nearest native； pointing at some distant landmark； speaking very clearly n a loud voice； and writing down whatever the bemused man told them。 Thus were immortalised in generations of atlases such geographical oddities as Just A Mountain； I Don't Know； What？ and； of course； Your Finger You Fool。
Rainclouds clustered around the bald heights of Mt。 Oolskunrahod （'Who is this Fool who does Not Know what a Mountain Is'） and the Luggage settled itself more fortably under a dripping tree； which tried unsuccessfully to strike up a conversation。
Twoflower and Rincewind were arguing。 The person they were arguing about sat on his mushroom and watched them with interest。 He looked like someone who smelled like someone who lived in a mushroom； and that bothered Twoflower。
'Well； why hasn't he got a red hat？'
Rincewind hesitated； desperately trying to imagine what Twoflower was getting at。
'What？' he said； giving in。
'He should have a red hat；' said Twoflower。 'And he certainly ought to be cleaner and more； more sort of jolly。 He doesn't look like any sort of gnome to me。'
'What are you going on about？'
'Look at that beard；' said Twoflower sternly。 'I've seen better beards on a piece of cheese。'
'Look； he's six inches high and lives in a mushroom；' snarled Rincewind。 'Of course he's a bloody gnome。'
'We've only got his word for it。'
Rincewind looked down at the gnome。
'Excuse me；' he said。 He took Twoflower to the other side of the clearing。
'Listen；' he said between his teeth。 'If he was fifteen feet tall and said he was a giant we'd only have his word for that too； wouldn't we？'
'He could be a goblin；' said Twoflower defiantly。
Rincewind looked back at the tiny figure； which was industriously picking its nose。
'Well？' he said。 'So what？ Gnome； goblin； pixie … so what？'
'Not a pixie；' said Twoflower firmly。 'Pixies； they wear these sort of green binations and they have pointy caps and little knobbly antenna thingies sticking out of their heads。 I've seen pictures。'
'Where？'
Twoflower hesitated； and looked at his feet。 'I think it was called the 〃mutter； mutter； mutter。〃 '
'The what？ Called the what？'
The little man took a sudden interest in the backs of his hands。
'The Little Folks' Book of Flower Fairies；' he muttered。
Rincewind looked blank。
'It's a book on how to avoid them？' he said。
'Oh no；' said Twoflower hurriedly。 It tells you where to look for them。 I can remember the pictures now。' A dreamy look came over his face； and Rincewind groaned inwardly。 There was even a special fairy that came and took your teeth away。'
'What； came and pulled out your actual teeth … ？'
'No； no； you're wrong； I mean after they'd fallen out； what you did was； you put the tooth under your pillow and the fairy came and took it away and left a rhinu piece。'
'Why？'
'Why what？'
'Why did it collect teeth？'
'It just did。'
Rincewind formed a mental picture of some strange entity living in a castle made of teeth。 It was the kind of mental picture you tried to forget。 Unsuccessfully。
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