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stirred the debris with her foot. Glass tinkled.
“That vase was a , feeling his way on to the broomstick with his eyes shut. “I was look-ing forward to a convivial evening, just me and you.”
“It is just me and you.”
“Yes, but I hadn’t assumed there’d be a broomstick involved.”
The stick left the ground slowly Casanunda clung miser-ably to the bristles.present from Esme,” she said, to the unfeeling world in general. “Never liked it much.”“Why’d they do it?” said Casanunda, looking around.“Oh, they’d smash the world if they thought it’d make a pretty noise,” said Nanny She stepped outside again and felt around under the eaves of the low thatched roof, and pulled out her broomstick with a small grunt of triumph.“I always shove it up there,” she said, “otherwise the kids nick it and go joy-riding. You ride behind me, and I say this against my better judgement.”Casanunda shuddered. Dwarfs are generally scared of heights, since they don’t often have the opportunity to get used to them.Nanny scratched her chin, making a sandpapery sound.“And we’ll need a crowbar,” she said. “There’ll be one in Jason’s forge. Hop on, my lad.”“I really wasn’t expecting this,” said Casanunda