Стража! Стража!

           "Nothing,andthat’safact,"saidBrotherFingers."Goin1aroundwiththeirnosesintheair,toogoodforthelikesa’us.Iusedtosee’emwhenIworkeduptheUniversity.Backsidesamilewide,I’mtellingyou.Catch’emdoingajobofhonesttoil?"

           "Likethieving,youmean?"saidBrotherWatch-tower,whohadneverlikedBrotherFingersmuch.

           "O’course,theytellyou,"BrotherFingerswenton,pointedlyignoringthecomment,"thatyoushouldn’tgorounddoin’magiconaccountofonlythemknowin’aboutnotdisturbin’theuniversalharmonyandwhatnot.Loadofrubbish,inmyopinion."

           "We-ell,"saidBrotherPlasterer,"Idunno,really.Imean,yougetthemixwrong,youjustgotalotofdampplasterroundyourankles.Butyougetabitofmagicwrong,andtheysayghastlythingscomesoutthewoodworkandstitchesyourightup."

           "Yeah,butit’sthewizardsthatsaythat,"saidBrotherWatchtowerthoughtfully."Nevercouldstandthemmyself,totellyouthetruth.Couldbethey’reontoagoodthinganddon’twanttherestofustofindout.It’sonlywavingyourarmsandchanting,whenall’ssaidanddone."

           TheBrethrenconsideredthis.Itsoundedplausible.Iftheywereontoagoodthing,theycertainlywouldn’twantanyoneelsemusclingin.

           TheSupremeGrandMasterdecidedthatthetimewasripe.

           "Thenweareagreed,brethren?Youarepreparedtopractisemagic?"

           "Oh,practise,"saidBrotherPlaster,relieved."Idon’tmindpractising.Solongaswedon’thavetodoitforreal-"