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'Enjoy them.'
He walked forward in a careful and dignified fashion, spotted a clump of stringy white things huddling in the undergrowth, uprooted them carefully, and turned around.
There was a rock a little way away. But there were rocks everywhere, the very bones of the Disc were near he surface here.
He looked hard at the yew tree, just in case it had been speaking. But the yew, being a fairly solitary tree, hadn't heard about Rincewind the arborial saviour, and in any case was asleep.
'If that was you, Twoflower, I knew it was you all along,' said Rincewind. His voice sounded suddenly clear and very alone in the gathering dusk.
Rincewind remembered the only fact he knew for sure about trolls, which was that they turned to stone when exposed to sunlight, so that anyone who employed trolls to work during daylight had to spend a fortune in barrier cream.
But now that he came to think about it, it didn't say anywhere what happened to them after the sun had gone down again . . .
The last of the daylight trickled out of the landscape. And there suddenly seemed to be a great many rocks about.
'He's an awful long time with those onions,' said Two-flower. 'Do you think we'd better go and look for him?'
'Wishards know how to look after themshelves,' said Cohen. 'Don't worry.' He winced. Bethan was cutting his toenails.
'He's not a terribly good wizard, actually,' said Twoflower, drawing nearer the fire. 'I wouldn't say this to his face, but' – he leaned towards Cohen – 'I've never actually seen him do any magic.'
'Right, let's have the other one,' said Bethan.
'Thish is very kind of you.'
'You'd have quite nice feet if only you'd look after them.'
'Can't sheem to bend down like I used to,' said Cohen, sheepishly. 'Of courshe, you don't get to meet many chiropodishts in my line of work. Funny, really. I've met any amount of snake prieshts, mad godsh, warlordsh, never any chiropodishts. I shupposhe it wouldn't look right, really – Cohen Against the Chiropodishts . . .'
'Or Cohen And The Chiropractors of Doom,' suggested Bethan. Cohen cackled.
'Or Cohen And The Mad Dentists!' laughed Twoflower.
Cohen's mouth snapped shut.
'What'sh sho funny about that?' he asked, and his voice had knuckles in it.
'Oh, er, well,' said Twoflower. Tour teeth, you see . . .'
'What about them?' snapped Cohen.
Twoflower swallowed. 'I can't help noticing that they're, um, not in the same geographical location as your mouth.'
Cohen glared at him. Then he sagged, and looked very small and old.
'True, of corsh,' he muttered. 'I don't blame you. It'sh hard to be a hero with no teethsh. It don't matter what elsh you loosh, you can get by with one eye even, but you show 'em a mouth full of gumsh and no-one hash any reshpect.'
'I do,' said Bethan loyally.
'Why don't you get some more?'said Twoflower brightly.
'Yesh, well, if I wash a shark or something, yesh, I'd grow shome,' said Cohen sarcastically.
'Oh, no, you buy them,' said Twoflower. 'Look, I'll show you – er, Bethan, do you mind looking the other way?' He waited until she had turned around and then put his hand to his mouth.
'You shee?' he said.
Bethan heard Cohen gasp.
