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"
That
’
s
what
they
’
ll
believe
,
anyway
,
"
he
added
.
"
We
can
provide
a
bit
of
mystic
smoke
at
the
time
.
"
"
Dead
easy
,
mystic
smoke
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
.
"
No
bits
,
then
?
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
,
a
shade
disappointed
.
Brother
Watchtower
coughed
.
"
Dunno
if
people
will
accept
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sounds
a
bit
too
neat
,
like
.
"
"
Listen
,
"
snapped
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
"
they
’
ll
accept
anything
!
They
’
ll
see
it
happen
!
People
will
be
so
keen
to
see
the
boy
win
,
they
won
’
t
think
twice
about
it
!
Depend
upon
it
!
Now
.
.
.
let
us
commence
.
.
.
"
He
concentrated
.
Yes
,
it
was
easier
.
Easier
every
time
.
He
could
feel
the
scales
,
feel
the
rage
of
the
dragon
as
he
reached
into
the
place
where
the
dragons
went
and
took
control
.
This
was
power
,
and
it
was
his
.
Sergeant
Colon
winced
.
"
Ow
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
a
big
softy
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
cheerfully
,
tightening
the
bandage
with
a
well
-
practised
skill
handed
down
through
many
generations
of
Ramkin
womenfolk
.
"
He
hardly
touched
you
.
"
