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           ISTHISHOWHEREPAYSMYKINDNESS?TOSTEALMYDAUGHTER,INSULTMYSERVANTS,ANDRISKTHEFABRICOFREALITYONAPERSONALWHIM?OH,FOOLISH,FOOLISH,IHAVEBEENFOOLISHTOOLONG!

           ’Master,ifyouwouldjustbesogoodastoletgoofmyrobe—’beganAlbert,andthewizardnoticedapleadingedgetohisvoicethathadn’tbeentherebefore.

           Deathignoredhim.Hesnappedhisfingerslikeacastanetandtheapronaroundhiswaistexplodedintobriefflames.Thekitten,however,heputdownverycarefullyandgentlypushedawaywithhisfoot.

           DIDINOTGIVEHIMTHEGREATESTOPPORTUNITY?

           ’Exactly,master,andnowifyoucouldseeyourwayclear—’

           SKILLS?ACAREERSTRUCTURE?PROSPECTS?AJOBORLIFE?

           ’Indeed,andifyouwouldbutletgo—’

           ThechangeinAlbert’svoicewascomplete.Thetrumpetsofcommandhadbecomethepiccolosofsupplication.Hesoundedterrified,infact,butheManagedtocatchRincewind’seyeandhiss:

           ’Mystaff!Throwmemystaff!Whileheisinthecircleheisnotinvincible!LetmehavemystaffandIcanbreakfree!’

           Rincewindsaid:’Pardon?’

           OH,MINEISTHEFAULTFORGIVINGINTOTHESEWEAKNESSESOFWHATFORWANTOFABETTERWORDISHALLCALLTHEFLESH!

           ’Mystaff,youidiot,mystaff!’gibberedAlbert.’Sorry?’

           WELLDONE,MYSERVANT,FORCALLINGMETOMYSENSES.saidDeath.LETusLOSENOTIME.

           ’Mysta-!’

           Therewasanimplosionandaninrushofair.

           Thecandleflamesstretchedoutlikelinesoffireforamoment,andthenwentout.

           Sometimepassed.