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air was colder here, far too cold for a midsummer night. As she plodded onward, flakes of snow swirled in the breeze and turned to rain.
Ridcully materialized inside the castle, and then clung on
to a pillar for support until he got his breath back. Trans-
migration “What’s going on, young—“ he began, and then stopped.
Shawn Ogg looked around.
“The scheming minx!” said Ridcully, to the air in gener-al. ‘”Oh, go back and get it then,’ she said, and I fell right for it! Even if I could cut the mustard again I don’t know where we were!”
“Sir?” said Shawn.always made blue spots appear in front of hiseyes.No one noticed him. The castle was in turmoil. Not everyone had run home. Armies had marched across Lancre many times over the last few thousand years, and the recollection of the castle’s thick safe walls had been practi-cally engraved in the folk memory. Run to the castle. And now it held most of the little country’s population.Ridcully blinked. People were milling around and beingharangued by a small young man in loose-fitting chain-mailand one arm in a sling, who seemed to be the only personwith any grip on things.When he was certain he could walk straight, Ridcullyheaded toward him.