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’
You
really
are
quite
intelligent
for
a
wizard
,
’
he
said
.
’
Now
,
I
am
merely
proposing
banishment
—
’
’
You
won
’
t
get
away
with
this
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
He
thought
for
a
bit
,
and
added
,
’
Well
,
you
will
probably
get
away
with
it
,
but
you
’
ll
feel
bad
about
it
on
your
deathbed
and
you
’
ll
wish
—
’
He
stopped
talking
.
His
jaw
dropped
.
The
duke
half
turned
to
follow
his
gaze
.
’
Well
,
wizard
?
What
have
you
seen
?
’
’
You
won
’
t
get
away
with
it
,
’
said
Cutwell
hysterically
.
’
You
won
’
t
even
be
here
.
This
is
going
to
have
never
happened
,
do
you
realise
?
’
’
Watch
his
hands
,
’
said
the
duke
.
’
If
he
even
moves
his
fingers
,
shoot
them
.
’
He
looked
around
again
,
puzzled
.
The
wizard
had
sounded
genuine
.
Of
course
,
it
was
said
wizards
could
see
things
that
weren
’
t
there
.
.
.
.
’
It
doesn
’
t
even
matter
if
you
kill
me
,
’
Cutwell
babbled
,
’
because
tomorrow
I
’
ll
wake
up
in
my
own
bed
and
this
won
’
t
have
happened
anyway
.
It
’
s
come
through
the
wall
!
’
Night
rolled
onwards
across
the
Disc
.
It
was
always
there
,
of
course
,
lurking
in
shadows
and
holes
and
cellars
,
but
as
the
slow
light
of
day
drifted
after
the
sun
the
pools
and
lakes
of
night
spread
out
,
met
and
merged
.
Light
on
the
Discworld
moves
slowly
because
of
the
vast
magical
field
.
