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Pino WHISPERING HEARTPino THINKING OF YOUPino THE DANCERPino SWEET DREAMSPino SENSUALITY
cruet moved.
He reached out again. It slid away.
Ridcully sighed.
‘All right, you fellows,’ he said.’No magic at Table, you know the rules.
Who’s playing silly buggers?’
The other senior wizards stared at him.
‘I, I, I don’t think we can play it any more, ‘ said the Bursar, who at the moment was only occasionally bouncing off the sides of sanity, ‘I, I, I think we lost some of the pieces . . .’
He looked around, giggled, and went back to trying to cut his mutton with a spoon. The other wizards were keeping point down on the table by the Archchancellor’s hand and stuck there.
The wizards turned their eyes upwards.
The Great Hall was lit in the evenings by one massive chandelier, although the word so often associated with glittering prismatic glassware seemed inappropriate for the huge, heavy, black, tallow-encrusted thing that hung from the ceiling like a threatening overdraft. It could hold a thousand candles. It was directly over the senior wizards’ table. Another screw tinkled on to the floor by the fireplace.
The Archchancellor cleared his throat.knives out of his way at present. The entire cruet floated up into the air and started to spin slowly. Then it exploded.The wizards, dripping vinegar and expensive spices, watched it owlishly. ‘It was probably the sauce,’ the Dean ventured.’It was definitely going a bit critical last night.’Something dropped on his head and landed in his lunch. It was a black iron screw, several inches long.Another one mildly contused the Bursar.After a second or two, a third landed

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