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Spelter turned back, his face blank.
'Um?'
'The hat, man.'
'Oh. Um. Very - suitable.'
With a sigh Carding removed the baroque headpiece and carefully replaced it in its box. 'We'd better take it to him,' he said. 'He's starting to ask about it.'
'I'm still bothered about where the real hat is,' said Spelter.
'It's in here,' said Carding firmly, tapping the lid.
'I mean the, um, real one.'
'This is the dramatically, and plonked the hatbox into Spelter's arms. 'Cogitum ergot hatto, you might say.'
Spelter had made a special study of old languages, and did his best.
' "I think, therefore I am a hat?"' he hazarded.real one.''I meant-’'This is the Archchancellor's Hat,' said Carding carefully. 'You should know, you made it.''Yes, but-’began the bursar wretchedly.'After all, you wouldn't make a forgery, would you?''Not as, um, such-’'It's just a hat. It's whatever people think it is. People see the Archchancellor wearing it, they think it's the original hat. In a certain sense, it is. Things are defined by what they do. And people, of course. Fundamental basis of wizardry, is that.' Carding paused
`What?' said Carding, as they set off down the stairs to the new incarnation of the Great Hall.
' "I considered I'm a mad hat?"' Spelter suggested