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Duty
called
out
to
him
through
the
pink
mists
in
his
head
.
He
grabbed
the
second
glass
and
stared
at
it
.
The
sand
was
nearly
all
gone
.
The
glass
itself
was
patterned
with
lotus
petals
.
When
Mort
flicked
it
with
his
finger
it
went
’
Ommm
’
.
He
ran
across
the
crackling
snow
to
Binky
and
hurled
himself
into
the
saddle
.
The
horse
threw
up
his
head
,
reared
,
and
launched
itself
towards
the
stars
.
Great
silent
streamers
of
blue
and
green
flame
hung
from
the
roof
of
the
world
.
Curtains
of
octarine
glow
danced
slowly
and
majestically
over
the
Disc
as
the
fire
of
the
Aurora
Coriolis
,
the
vast
discharge
of
magic
from
the
Disc
’
s
standing
field
,
earthed
itself
in
the
green
ice
mountains
of
the
Hub
.
The
central
spire
of
Cori
Celesti
,
home
of
the
gods
,
was
a
ten
mile
high
column
of
cold
coruscating
fire
.
It
was
a
sight
seen
by
few
people
,
and
Mort
wasn
’
t
one
of
them
,
because
he
lay
low
over
Binky
’
s
neck
and
clung
on
for
his
life
as
they
pounded
through
the
night
sky
ahead
of
a
comet
trail
of
steam
.
There
were
other
mountains
clustered
around
Cori
.
By
comparison
they
were
no
more
than
termite
mounds
,
although
in
reality
each
one
was
a
majestic
assortment
of
cols
,
ridges
,
faces
,
cliffs
,
screes
and
glaciers
that
any
normal
mountain
range
would
be
happy
to
associate
with
.
Among
the
highest
of
them
,
at
the
end
of
a
funnel
-
shaped
valley
,
dwelt
the
Listeners
.
They
were
one
of
the
oldest
of
the
Disc
’
s
religious
sects
,
although
even
the
gods
themselves
were
divided
as
to
whether
Listening
was
really
a
proper
religion
,
and
all
that
prevented
their
temple
being
wiped
out
by
a
few
well
-
aimed
avalanches
was
the
fact
that
even
the
gods
were
curious
as
to
what
it
was
that
the
Listeners
might
Hear
.
If
there
’
s
one
thing
that
really
annoys
a
god
,
it
’
s
not
knowing
something
.
It
’
ll
take
Mort
several
minutes
to
arrive
.
A
row
of
dots
would
fill
in
the
time
nicely
,
but
the
reader
will
already
be
noticing
the
strange
shape
of
the
temple
–
curled
like
a
great
white
ammonite
at
the
end
of
the
valley
–
and
will
probably
want
an
explanation
.
