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My Lord... what is Death like?" called the old man tremulously.
"When I have and flicked the air away contemptuously. Thinner air, too. Twoflower's ear popped for the third time.
Ahead of the swarm, he noticed, was a golden dragon. Someone on it, too.
"Hey, are you all right?" said Rincewind urgently.
He had to drink in several lungfuls of the strangely investigated it fully, I will let you know," came the faintest of modulations on the breeze."Yes," murmured the loremaster. A thought struck him. "During daylight, please," he added. "You clowns," screamed Hrun, from his perch on Ninereed's foreclaws."What did he say?" roared Rincewind, as the dragon ripped its way through the air in the race for the heights."Didn't hear." bellowed Twoflower, his voice torn away by the gale. As the dragon banked slightly he looked down at the little toy spinning top that was the mighty Wyrmberg and saw the swarm of creatures rising in pursuit. Ninereed's wings pounded
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