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Luggage would follow its owner anywhere.
Rincewind looked across the tent to Twoflower, a pale shape on a pile of horsehides.
'He's really dead?' he said. Cohen translated for the old woman, who shook her head. She reached down to a small wooden chest beside her and rummaged around in a collection of bags and bottles until she found a tiny green bottle which she tipped into Rincewind's beer. He looked at it suspiciously.
'She shays it's. 'I should drink it if I were you, theshe people get a bit upshet if you don't accshept hoshpitality.'
'It's not were not grinning at all. They were becoming aware that they were confronted with something entirely new and fearsome: a young man on the make.
Actually none of them were quite sure how old Trymion really was, but his sparse hair was still black and his skin had a waxy look to it that could be taken, in going to blow my head off?' said Rincewind.'She shays it's esshential you drink it.''Well, if you're sure it's okay. It can't make the beer taste any worse.'He took a swig, aware of all eyes on him.'Um,' he said. 'Actually, it's not at all ba—' Something picked him up and threw him into the air. Except that in another .sense he was still sitting by the fire – he could see himself there, a dwindling figure in the circle of firelight that was rapidly getting smaller. The toy figures around it were looking intently at his body. Except for the old woman. She was looking right up at , him, and grinning. The Circle Sea's senior wizards