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good,” said the Bursar, beaming happily at nothing.
“Why’s he gone so stiff?” said Magrat.
“We think it’s some kind of side effect,” said Ponder.
“Can’t you do anything about it?”
“What, and have nothing to cross streams on?” “Call again tomorrow, baker, and we’ll have a crusty one!” said the Bursar.robe and began to screw it up in his fingers. “We all went to see this Entertainment, you see. A play. You know. Acting? And, and it was very funny. There were all these yokels in their big boots and every-thing, straw wigs and everything, clumping around pre-tending to be lords and ladies and everything, and getting it all wrong. It was very funny. The Bursar laughed at them a lot. Mind you, he’s been laughing “Besides, he seems quite happy,” said Ponder. “Are you a warrior, miss?”“What?” said Magrat.“Well, I mean, the armor and everything ...”Magrat looked down. She was still holding the sword. The helmet kept falling over her eyes, but she’d padded it a bit with a scrap of wedding dress.“I... er ... yes. Yes, that’s right. That’s what I am,” she said. “Absolutely. Yes.”“Here for the wedding, I expect. Like us.” “That’s right. Definitely here for the wedding. That’s true.” She changed her grip on the sword. “Now tell me what happened,” she said. “Paying particular attention to what happened to the others.”“Well ...” Ponder absentmindedly picked up a cor-ner of his torn
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