Стража! Стража!

           TheElucidatedBrethrenshuffledaroundtheircircle.

           "BrotherWatchtower?"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster.

           "NotmyjobtospintheWheelsofTorment,"mutteredBrotherWatchtower."’sBrotherPlasterer’sjob,spinningtheWheelsofTorment-"

           "Noitbloodywellisn’t,it’smyjobtooiltheAxlesoftheUniversalLemon,"saidBrotherPlastererhotly."Youalwayssayit’smyjob-"

           TheSupremeGrandMastersighedinthedepthsofhiscowlasyetanotherrowbegan.FromthisdrosshewasgoingtoforgeanAgeofRationality?

           "Justshutup,willyou?"hesnapped."Wedon’treallyneedtheWheelsofTormenttonight.Stopit,thepairofyou.Now,Brethren-youhaveallbroughttheitemsasinstructed?"

           Therewasageneralmurmuring.

           "PlacethemintheCircleofConjuration,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster.

           Itwasasorrycollection.Bringmagicalthings,he’dsaid.OnlyBrotherFingershadproducedanythingworthwhile.Itlookedlikesomesortofaltarornament,bestnottoaskfromwhere.TheSupremeGrandMastersteppedforwardandproddedoneoftheotherthingswithhistoe.

           "What,"hesaid,"isthis?"

           "’saamulet,"mutteredBrotherDunnykin."’sverypowerful.Boughtitoffaman.Guaranteed.Protectsyouagainstcrocodilebites."

           "Areyousureyoucanspareit?"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster.TherewasadutifultitterfromtherestoftheBrethren.