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'Yeah,' said another star person. 'Let's get him!'
'Let's throw him off the tower!'
'Yeah, let's get him and throw him off the tower!'
The crowd surged forward. Twoflower held up his hands.
'I'm sure there's just been a slight mistake—' he began, before his legs were kicked from underneath him.
'Oh bugger,' said Cohen, dropping his dogend and grinding it under a sandalled foot. He drew his sword and looked around for the Luggage.
It hadn't rushed to Twoflower's aid. It was standing in front of Rincewind, who was clutching the Octavo to his chest like a hot-water bottle and looking frantic.
A star man lunged at him. The Luggage raised its lid threateningly.
'I know why it hasn't worked,' said a voice from the back of the crowd. It was Bethan.
'Oh yeah?' said the nearest citizen. 'And why should we listen to you?'
A mere fraction of a second later Cohen's sword was pressed against his neck.
'On the other hand,' said the man evenly, 'perhaps we should pay attention to what this young lady has got to say.'
As Cohen swung around slowly with his sword at the ready Bethan stepped forward and pointed to the swirling shapes of the spells, which still hung in the air around Rincewind.
'That one can't be right,' she said, indicating a smudge of dirty brown amidst the pulsing, brightly coloured flares.
You must have mispronounced a word. Let's have a look.'
Rincewind passed her the Octavo without a word.
She opened it and peered the pages.
'What funny writing,' she said. 'It keeps changing. What's that crocodile thing doing to the octopus?'
Rincewind looked over her shoulder and, without thinking, told her. She was silent for a moment.
'Oh,' she said levelly. 'I didn't know crocodiles could do that.'
'It's just ancient picture writing,' said Rincewind hurriedly. 'It'll change if you wait. The Spells can appear in every known language.'
'Can you remember what you said when the wrong colour appeared?'
Rincewind ran a finger down the page.
'There, I think. Where the two-headed lizard is doing – whatever it's doing.'
Twoflower appeared at her other shoulder. The Spell flowed into another script.
'I can't even pronounce it,' said Bethan. 'Squiggle, squiggle, dot, dash.'
'That's Cupumuguk snow runes,' said Rincewind. 'I think it should be pronounced “zph”.'
'It didn't work, though. How about “sph”?'
They looked at the word. It remained resolutely off-colour.
'Or “sff”?' said Bethan.
