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It looked for a moment as though the Spell was going to argue, but it wisely thought better of it.
There was a tingling sensation, a blue flash behind his eyes, and a sudden feeling of emptiness.
When he looked down at the page it was full of words. They were runes again. He was glad about that, the reptilian pictures were not only unspeakable but probably unpronounceable too, and reminded him of things he would have great difficulty in forgetting.
He looked blankly at the book while Twoflower bustled around unheeded and Cohen tried in vain to lever the rings off the stone wizards.
He had to do something, he reminded himself. What was it, now?
He opened the book at the first page and began to read, his lips moving and his forefinger tracing the outline of each letter. As he mumbled each word it appeared soundlessly in the air beside him, in bright colours that streamed away in the night wind. He turned over the page.
Other people were coming up the steps now – star people, citizens, even some of the Patrician's personal guard. A couple of star people made a half-hearted attempt to approach Rincewind, who was surrounded now by a rainbow swirl of letters and took absolutely no notice of them, but Cohen drew his sword and looked nonchalantly at them and they thought better of it.
Silence spread out from Rincewind's bent form like ripples in a puddle. It cascaded down the tower and spread out through the milling crowds below, flowed over the walls, gushed darkly through the city, and engulfed the lands beyond.
The bulk of the star loomed silently over the Disc. In the sky around it the new moons turned slowly and noiselessly.
The only sound was Rincewind's hoarse whispering as he turned page after page.
'Isn't this exciting!' said Twoflower. Cohen, who was rolling a cigarette from the tarry remnants of its ancestors, looked at him blankly, paper halfway to his lips.
'Isn't what exciting?' he said.
'All this magic!'
'It's only lights,' said Cohen critically. 'He hasn't even produced doves out of his sleeves.'
'Yes, but can't you sense the occult potentiality?' said Twoflower.
Cohen produced a big yellow match from somewhere in his tobacco bag, looked at Wert for a moment, and with great deliberation struck the match on his fossilised nose.
'Look,' he said to Twoflower, as kindly as he could manage. 'What do you expect? I've been around a long time, I've seen the whole magical thing, and I can tell you that if you go around with your jaw dropping all the time people hit it. Anyway, wizard's die just like anyone else when you stick a —'
There was a loud snap as Rincewind shut the book. He stood up, and looked around.
What happened next was this:
Nothing.
It took a little while for people to realise it. Everyone had ducked instinctively, waiting for the explosion of white light or scintillating fireball or, in the case of Cohen, who had fairly low expectations, a few white pigeons, possibly a slightly crumpled rabbit.
It wasn't even an interesting nothing. Sometimes things can fail to happen in quite impressive ways, but as far as non-events went this one just couldn't compete.
'Is that it?' said Cohen. There was a general muttering from the crowd, and several of the star people were looking angrily at Rincewind.
The wizard stared Wearily at Cohen.
'I suppose so,' he said.
'But nothing's happened.'
Rincewind looked blankly at the Octavo.
'Maybe it has a subtle effect?' he said hopefully. 'After all, we don't know exactly what is supposed to happen.'
'We knew it!' shouted one of the star people. 'Magic doesn't work! It's all illusion!'
A stone looped over the roof and hit Rincewind on the shoulder.
