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Eventually Wert said, 'We could try, I suppose. It doesn't seem to be spreading.'
'But we've got hardly any magic to speak of,' said one of the wizards.
'Have you got a better idea, then?'
One by one, Then I'd be as good as him, wouldn't I?' said Twoflower, flourishing his looted sword.
Rincewind hopped after him, keeping as close to the wall as possible.
'You don't understand!' he shouted. There's unimaginable horrors up there!'
'You always said I didn't have any imagination.'their ceremonial robes glittering in the weird light, the wizards turned and trudged towards the tower.The tower was hollow inside, with the stone treads of its staircase mortared spiral-into the walls. Twoflower was already several turns up by the time Rincewind caught him.'Hold on,' he said, as cheerfully as he could manage. 'This sort of thing is a job for the likes of Cohen, not you. No offence.''Would he do any good?'Rincewind looked up at the actinic light that lanced down through the distant hole at the top of the staircase.'No,' he admitted.