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he could. He tried not to imagine what it would be like to drown in the Ankh.
"It won't stop until you give in, you know," said a small voice conversationally.
Rincewind looked down at the iconograph, still hanging around his neck. Its trapdoor was open and the homunculus the side of the box meaningfully. "We'll see who sinks first."
The luggage yawned, and moved forward a fraction of an inch.
"Oh all right," said Rincewind irritably. "But you'll have to give me time to think."
The luggage backed off slowly. Rincewind edged his way back onto reasonably safe land and sat down with his back against a wall. Across the river the lights of Ankh city glowed.
"You're a wizard," said the picture imp. "You'll think of some way to find him."
"Not much of a wizard, I’m afraid."
"You can just jump down on everyone and turn them into worms," the imp was leaning against the trap, smoking a pipe and watching the proceedings with amusement."I'll take you in with me, at least," said Rincewind through gritted teeth.The imp took the pipe out of his mouth. "What did you say?" he said."I said I'll take you in with me, dammit!""Suit yourself." The imp tapped