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There
was
another
long
,
awkward
silence
.
"
Um
,
"
said
Brother
Doorkeeper
.
"
Sounds
a
bit
like
,
you
know
.
.
.
magic
to
me
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
,
in
the
nervous
tone
of
the
man
who
has
spotted
which
cup
the
pea
is
hidden
under
but
doesn
’
t
like
to
say
.
"
I
mean
,
not
wishing
to
question
your
supreme
wisdomship
and
that
,
but
.
.
.
well
.
.
.
you
know
.
.
.
magic
.
.
.
"
His
voice
trailed
off
.
"
Yeah
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
uncomfortably
.
"
It
’
s
,
er
,
the
wizards
,
see
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
.
"
You
prob
’
ly
dint
know
this
,
when
you
was
banged
up
with
them
venerable
herberts
on
their
mountain
,
but
the
wizards
round
here
come
down
on
you
like
a
ton
of
bricks
if
they
catches
you
doin
’
anything
like
that
.
"
"
Demarcation
,
they
call
it
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
.
"
Like
,
I
don
’
t
go
around
fiddling
with
the
mystic
interleaved
wossnames
of
causality
,
and
they
don
’
t
do
any
plastering
.
"
"
I
fail
to
see
the
problem
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
In
fact
,
he
saw
it
all
too
clearly
.
This
was
the
last
hurdle
.
Help
their
tiny
little
minds
over
this
,
and
he
held
the
world
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
.
Their
stupe
-
fyingly
unintelligent
self
-
interest
hadn
’
t
let
him
down
so
far
,
surely
it
couldn
’
t
fail
him
now
.
.
.
The
Brethren
shuffled
uneasily
.
Then
Brother
Dunnykin
spoke
.
