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some sherbet for afters?" said Dhblah hopefully. "Only one cent a glass, and that's cutting me own hand off."
"Who is this fool?" said Om.
"I'm not going to eat it," said Brutha hurriedly.
"Going to teach it to do tricks, then?" said Dhblah cheerfully. "Look through hoops, that kind of thing?"
"Get rid of him," said Om. "Smite him on the head, why don't you, and push the body behind the statue."
"Shut up," said Brutha, beginning to experience once again the problems that occur when you're talking to someone no one lopsided look. "Anyway, it'll be company on your journey."
"What journey?"
"To Ephebe. The secret mission to talk to the infidel."
Brutha knew he shouldn't be surprised. News went around the enclosed world of the Citadel like bushfire after a drought.
"Oh," he said. "That journey."else can hear."No need to be like that about it," said Dhblah."I wasn't talking to you," said Brutha."Talking to the tortoise, were you?" said Dhblah. Brutha looked guilty."My old mum used to talk to a gerbil," Dhblah went on. "Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation too, o'course.""This man is not honest," said Om. "I can read his mind.""Can you?""Can I what?" said Dhblah. He gave Brutha a
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