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Keli
sagged
.
’
Please
help
me
,
’
she
said
.
’
Please
!
’
’
See
?
’
said
the
doorknocker
triumphantly
.
’
Sooner
or
later
everyone
remembers
the
magic
word
!
’
Keli
had
been
to
official
functions
in
Ankh
-
Morpork
and
had
met
senior
wizards
from
Unseen
University
,
the
Disc
’
s
premier
college
of
magic
.
Some
of
them
had
been
tall
,
and
most
of
them
had
been
fat
,
and
nearly
all
of
them
had
been
richly
dressed
,
or
at
least
thought
they
were
richly
dressed
.
In
fact
there
are
fashions
in
wizardry
as
in
more
mundane
arts
,
and
this
tendency
to
look
like
elderly
aldermen
was
only
temporary
.
Previous
generations
had
gone
in
for
looking
pale
and
interesting
,
or
druidical
and
grubby
,
or
mysterious
and
saturnine
.
But
Keli
was
used
to
wizards
as
a
sort
of
fur
-
trimmed
small
mountain
with
a
wheezy
voice
,
and
Igneous
Cutwell
didn
’
t
quite
fit
the
mage
image
.
He
was
young
.
Well
,
that
couldn
’
t
be
helped
;
presumably
even
wizards
had
to
start
off
young
.
He
didn
’
t
have
a
beard
,
and
the
only
thing
his
rather
grubby
robe
was
trimmed
with
was
frayed
edges
.
’
Would
you
like
a
drink
or
something
?
’
he
said
,
surreptitiously
kicking
a
discarded
vest
under
the
table
.
Keli
looked
around
for
somewhere
to
sit
that
wasn
’
t
occupied
with
laundry
or
used
crockery
,
and
shook
her
head
.
Cutwell
noticed
her
expression
.
’
It
’
s
a
bit
alfresco
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
’
he
added
hurriedly
,
elbowing
the
remains
of
a
garlic
sausage
on
to
the
floor
.
’
Mrs
Nugent
usually
comes
in
twice
a
week
and
does
for
me
but
she
’
s
gone
to
see
her
sister
who
’
s
had
one
of
her
turns
.
Are
you
sure
?
It
’
s
no
trouble
.
I
saw
a
spare
cup
here
only
yesterday
.
’
