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wizards lay trembling on the flagstones for several minutes. After a while the Dean’s muffled voice, ‘Was that all, do you think?’
The Archchancellor raised his head. His face, always red, was now incandescent.
‘Bursaar!’
‘Master
Victor pulled on his trousers.
‘I suppose I get to eat breakfast?’ he said sarcastically. ‘Mr Dibbler is havin’ food laid on, Mr Dibbler says,’ said Detritus. There was a wheezing noise from under the bed. Gaspode emerged, in a cloud of old-rugness, and had an early morning scratch.
‘Wha–’ he began, and then saw the troll. ‘Bark, bark,’ he corrected himself?’ ‘That’s what I call shootin’!’ Victor turned over. ‘Wzstf,’ he said. ‘It’s six aye-emm, rise and shine, Mr Dibbler says,’ said Detritus, grasping the bedclothes in one hand and dragging them on to the floor. ‘Six o’clock? That’s night-time!’ groaned Victor. ‘It’s going to be a long day, Mr Dibbler says,’ said the troll. ‘Mr Dibbler says you got to be on set by half past six. This is goin’ to happen.’