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"
Place
them
in
the
Circle
of
Conjuration
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
It
was
a
sorry
collection
.
Bring
magical
things
,
he
’
d
said
.
Only
Brother
Fingers
had
produced
anything
worthwhile
.
It
looked
like
some
sort
of
altar
ornament
,
best
not
to
ask
from
where
.
The
Supreme
Grand
Master
stepped
forward
and
prodded
one
of
the
other
things
with
his
toe
.
"
What
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
this
?
"
"
’
s
a
amulet
,
"
muttered
Brother
Dunnykin
.
"
’
s
very
powerful
.
Bought
it
off
a
man
.
Guaranteed
.
Protects
you
against
crocodile
bites
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
you
can
spare
it
?
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
There
was
a
dutiful
titter
from
the
rest
of
the
Brethren
.
"
Less
of
that
,
brothers
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
,
spinning
around
.
"
Bring
magical
things
,
I
said
.
Not
cheap
jewellery
and
rubbish
!
Good
grief
,
this
city
is
lousy
with
magic
!
"
He
reached
down
.
"
What
are
these
things
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
?
"
"
They
’
re
stones
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
uncertainly
.
"
I
can
see
that
.
Why
’
re
they
magical
?
"
Brother
Plasterer
began
to
tremble
.
"
They
’
ve
got
holes
in
them
,
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
Everyone
knows
that
stones
with
holes
in
them
are
magical
.
"
The
Supreme
Grand
Master
walked
back
to
his
place
on
the
circle
.
He
threw
his
arms
up
.
