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As
one
man
,
the
three
of
them
turned
and
looked
through
the
murky
air
towards
the
hub
of
the
Disc
-
world
,
thousands
of
miles
away
.
Now
the
air
was
grey
with
old
smoke
and
mist
shreds
,
but
on
a
clear
day
it
was
possible
to
see
Cori
Celesti
,
home
of
the
gods
.
Site
of
the
home
of
the
gods
,
anyway
.
They
lived
in
Dunmanifestin
,
the
stuccoed
Valhalla
,
where
the
gods
faced
eternity
with
the
kind
of
minds
that
were
at
a
loss
to
know
what
to
do
to
pass
a
wet
afternoon
.
They
played
games
with
the
fates
of
men
,
it
was
said
.
Exactly
what
game
they
thought
they
were
playing
at
the
moment
was
anyone
’
s
guess
.
But
of
course
there
were
rules
.
Everyone
knew
there
were
rules
.
They
just
had
to
hope
like
Hell
that
the
gods
knew
the
rules
,
too
.
"
It
’
s
got
to
work
,
"
mumbled
Colon
.
"
I
’
ll
be
using
my
lucky
arrow
’
n
all
.
You
’
re
right
.
Last
hopeless
chances
have
got
to
work
.
Nothing
makes
any
sense
otherwise
.
You
might
as
well
not
be
alive
.
"
Nobby
looked
down
at
the
pond
again
.
After
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
Colon
joined
him
.
They
had
the
speculative
faces
of
men
who
had
seen
many
things
,
and
knew
that
while
you
could
of
course
depend
on
heroes
,
and
kings
,
and
ultimately
on
gods
,
you
could
really
depend
on
gravity
and
deep
water
.
"
Not
that
we
’
ll
need
it
,
"
said
Colon
virtuously
.
"
Not
with
your
lucky
arrow
,
"
said
Nobby
.
’
"
That
’
s
right
.
But
,
just
out
of
interest
,
how
far
down
is
it
,
d
’
you
think
?
"
said
Colon
.
"
About
thirty
feet
,
I
’
d
say
.
Give
or
take
.
"
"
Thirty
feet
.
"
Colon
nodded
slowly
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
’
d
reckon
.
And
it
’
s
deep
,
is
it
?
"
