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’
Come
on
.
I
’
ve
got
a
bad
feeling
about
the
next
one
,
and
we
haven
’
t
much
time
.
’
Albert
materialised
in
the
centre
of
Unseen
University
,
in
the
same
place
,
in
fact
,
from
which
he
had
departed
the
world
some
two
thousand
years
before
.
He
grunted
with
satisfaction
and
brushed
a
few
specks
of
dust
off
his
robe
.
He
became
aware
that
he
was
being
watched
;
on
looking
up
,
he
discovered
that
he
had
flashed
into
existence
under
the
stern
marble
gaze
of
himself
.
He
adjusted
his
spectacles
and
peered
disapprovingly
at
the
bronze
plaque
screwed
to
his
pedestal
.
It
said
:
’
Alberto
Malich
,
Founder
of
This
University
.
AM
1
,
222
-
1
,
289
.
"
We
Will
Not
See
His
Like
Again
"
.
’
So
much
for
prediction
,
he
thought
.
And
if
they
thought
so
much
of
him
they
could
at
least
have
hired
a
decent
sculptor
.
It
was
disgraceful
.
The
nose
was
all
wrong
.
Call
that
a
leg
?
People
had
been
carving
their
names
on
it
,
too
.
He
wouldn
’
t
be
seen
dead
in
a
hat
like
that
,
either
.
Of
course
,
if
he
could
help
it
,
he
wouldn
’
t
be
seen
dead
at
all
.
Albert
aimed
an
octarine
thunderbolt
at
the
ghastly
thing
and
grinned
evilly
as
it
exploded
into
dust
.
’
Right
,
’
he
said
to
the
Disc
at
large
,
’
I
’
m
back
.
’
The
tingle
from
the
magic
coursed
all
the
way
up
his
arm
and
started
a
warm
glow
in
his
mind
.
How
he
’
d
missed
it
,
all
these
years
.
Wizards
came
hurrying
through
the
big
double
doors
at
the
sound
of
the
explosion
and
cleared
the
wrong
conclusion
from
a
standing
start
.
