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’
Let
’
s
find
out
,
’
he
said
.
’
Look
out
!
He
’
s
coming
back
!
’
The
University
’
s
eight
most
senior
wizards
shuffled
into
line
,
tried
to
smooth
out
their
beards
and
in
general
made
an
unsuccessful
effort
to
look
presentable
.
It
wasn
’
t
easy
.
They
had
been
snatched
from
their
workrooms
,
or
a
postprandial
brandy
in
front
of
a
roaring
fire
,
or
quiet
contemplation
under
a
handkerchief
in
a
comfy
chair
somewhere
,
and
all
of
them
were
feeling
extremely
apprehensive
and
rather
bewildered
.
They
kept
glancing
at
the
empty
pedestal
.
Only
one
creature
could
have
duplicated
the
expressions
on
their
faces
,
and
that
would
be
a
pigeon
who
has
heard
not
only
that
Lord
Nelson
has
got
down
off
his
column
but
has
also
been
seen
buying
a
12
-
bore
repeater
and
a
box
of
cartridges
.
’
He
’
s
coming
up
the
corridor
!
’
shouted
Rincewind
,
and
dived
behind
a
pillar
.
The
assembled
mages
watched
the
big
double
doors
as
if
they
were
about
to
explode
,
which
shows
how
prescient
they
were
,
because
they
exploded
.
Matchstick
-
sized
bits
of
oak
rained
down
among
them
and
a
small
thin
figure
stood
outlined
against
the
light
.
It
held
a
smoking
staff
in
one
hand
.
The
other
held
a
small
yellow
toad
.
’
Rincewind
!
’
bawled
Albert
.
’
Sir
!
’
’
Take
this
thing
away
and
dispose
of
it
.
’
