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"
I
assure
you
,
Brother
Plasterer
,
that
you
can
give
it
up
any
time
you
like
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
smoothly
.
"
Well
.
.
.
all
right
,
"
said
the
reluctant
Brother
.
"
Just
for
a
bit
,
then
.
Could
we
get
it
to
stay
here
long
enough
to
burn
down
,
for
example
,
any
oppressive
vegetable
shops
?
"
Ah
.
.
.
He
’
d
won
.
There
’
d
be
dragons
again
.
And
a
king
again
.
Not
like
the
old
kings
.
A
king
who
would
do
what
he
was
told
.
"
That
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
"
depends
on
how
much
help
you
can
be
.
We
shall
need
,
initially
,
any
items
of
magic
you
can
bring
.
.
.
"
It
might
not
be
a
good
idea
to
let
them
see
that
the
last
half
of
de
Malachite
’
s
book
was
a
charred
lump
.
The
man
was
clearly
not
up
to
it
.
He
could
do
a
lot
better
.
And
absolutely
no
-
one
would
be
able
to
stop
him
.
Thunder
rolled
.
.
.
.
.
.
It
is
said
that
the
gods
play
games
with
the
lives
of
men
.
But
what
games
,
and
why
,
and
the
identities
of
the
actual
pawns
,
and
what
the
game
is
,
and
what
the
rules
are
-
who
knows
?
Best
not
to
speculate
.
