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k stones that spelled out what Cohen was sure was a word。 He showed it to Lackjaw。
'The Necrotelenicon；' said the dwarf。 'Wizards use it。 It's how to contact the dead； I think。'
'That's wizards for you；' said Cohen。 He felt a page between finger and thumb； it was thin； and quite soft。 The rather unpleasant organic…looking writing didn't worry him at all。 Yes； a book like this could be a real friend to a man …
'Yes？ You want something？' he said to one of the star men； who had gripped his arm。
'All books of magic must be burned；' said the man； but a little uncertainly； because something about Cohen's teeth was giving him a nasty feeling of sanity。
'Why？' said Cohen。
'It has been revealed to us。' Now Cohen's smile was as wide as all outdoors； and rather more dangerous。
'I think we ought to be getting along；' said Lackjaw nervously。 A party of star people had turned into the street behind them。
'I think I would like to kill someone；' said Cohen； still smiling。
'The star directs that the Disc must be cleansed；' said the man； backing away。
'Stars can't talk；' said Cohen； drawing his sword。
'If you kill me a thousand will take my place；' said the man； who was now backed against the wall。
'Yes；' said Cohen； in a reasonable tone of voice； 'but that isn't the point； is it？ The point is； you'll be dead。'
The man's adam's apple began to bob like a yoyo。 He squinted down at Cohen's sword。
'There is that； yes；' he conceded。 'Tell you what … how bout if we put the fire out？' 'Good idea；' said Cohen。
Lackjaw tugged at his belt。 The other star people were running towards them。 There were a lot of them； many of them were armed； and it began to look as though things would bee a little more serious。
Cohen waved his sword at them defiantly； and turned and ran。 Even Lackjaw had difficulty in keeping up。
'Funny；' he gasped； as they plunged down another alley； 'I thought … for a minute … you'd want to stand … and fight them。'
'Blow that … for a … lark。'
As they came out into the light at the other end of the alley Cohen flung himself against the wall； drew his sword； stood with his head on one side as he judged the approaching footsteps； and then brought the blade around in a dead flat sweep at stomach height。 There was an unpleasant noise and several screams； but by then Cohen was well away up the street； moving in the unusual shambling run that spared his bunions。
With Lackjaw pounding along grimly beside him he turned off into an inn painted with red stars； jumped onto a table with only a faint whimper of pain； ran along it … while； with almost perfect choreography； Lackjaw ran straight underneath without ducking … jumped down at the other end； kicked his way through the kitchens； and came out into another alley。
They scurried around a few more turnings and piled into a doorway。 Cohen clung to the wall and wheezed until the little blue and purple lights went away。
'Well；' he panted； 'what did you get？'
'Um； the cruet；' said Lackjaw。
'Just that？'
'Well； I had to go under the table； didn't I？ You didn't do so well yourself。'
Cohen looked disdainfully at the small melon he had managed to skewer in his flight。
'This must be pretty tough here；' he said； biting through 159 the rind。
'Want some salt on it？' said the dwarf。
Cohen said nothing。 He just stood holding the melon； with his mouth open。
Lackjaw looked around。 The cul de sac they were in was empty； except for an old box someone had left against a wall。
Cohen was staring at it。 He handed the melon to the dwarf without looking at him and walked out into the sunlight。 Lackjaw watched him creep stealthily around the box； or as stealthily as is possible with joints that creaked like a ship under full sail； and prod it once or twice with his sword； but very gingerly； as if he half…expected it to explode。
'It's just a box；' the dwarf called out。 'What's so special about a box？'
Cohen said nothing。 He squatted down painfully and peered closely at the lock on the lid。
'What's in it？' said Lackjaw。
'You wouldn't want to know；' said Cohen。 'Help me up； will you？'
'Yes； but this box …'
'This box；' said Cohen； 'this box is…'he waved his arms vaguely。
'Oblong？'
'Eldritch；' said Cohen mysteriously。
'Eldritch？'
'Yup。'
'Oh；' said the dwarf。 They stood looking at the box for a moment。
'Cohen？'
'Yes？'
'What does eldritch mean？'
'Well； eldritch is…' Cohen paused and looked down irritably。 'Give it a kick and you'll see。'
Lockjaw's steel…capped dwarfboot whammed into the side of the box。 Cohen flinched。 Nothing else happened。
'I see；' said the dwarf。 'Eldritch means wooden？'
'No；' said Cohen。 'It … it oughtn't to have done that。'
'I see；' said Lackjaw； who didn't； and was beginning to wish Cohen hadn't gone out into all this hot sunlight。 'It ought to have run away； you think？'
'Yes。 Or bitten your leg off。'
'Ah；' said the dwarf。 He took Cohen gently by the arm。 'It's nice and shady over here；' he said。 'Why don't you just have a little …'
Cohen shook him off。
'It's watching that wall；' he said。 'Look； that's why it's not taking any notice of us。 It's staring at the wall。'
'Yes； that's right；' said Lackjaw soothingly。 'Of course it's watching that wall with its little eyes …'
'Don't be an idiot； it hasn't got any eyes；' snapped Cohen。
'Sorry； sorry；' said Lackjaw hurriedly。 'It's watching the wall without eyes； sorry。'
'I think it's worried about something；' said Cohen。
'Well； it would be； wouldn't it；' said Lackjaw。 'I expect it just wants us to go off somewhere and leave it alone。'
'I think it's very puzzled；' Cohen added。
'Yes； it certainly looks puzzled；' said the dwarf。 Cohen glared at him。
'How can you tell？' he snapped。
It struck Lackjaw that the roles were unfairly reversing。 He looked from Cohen to the box； his mouth opening and shutting。
'How can you tell？' he said。 But Cohen wasn't listening anyway。 He sat down in front of the box； assuming that the bit with the keyhole was the front； and watched it intently。 Lackjaw backed away。 Funny； said his mind； but the damn thing is looking at me。
'All right；' said Cohen； 'I know you and me don't see eye to eye； but we're all trying to find someone we care for； okay？'
'I'm…' said Lackjaw； and realised that Cohen was talking to the box。
'So tell me where they've gone。'
As Lackjaw looked on in horror the Luggage extended 161 its little legs； braced itself； and ran full tilt at the nearest wall。 Clay bricks and dusty mortar exploded around it。
Cohen peered through the hole。 There was a small grubby storeroom on the other side。 The Luggage stood in the middle of the floor； radiating extreme bafflement。
'Shop！' said Twoflower。
'Anyone here？' said Bethan。
'Urrgh；' said Rincewind。
'I think we ought to sit him down somewhere and get him a glass of water；' said Twoflower。 'If there's one here。'
'There's everything else；' said Bethan。
The room was full of shelves； and the shelves were full of everything。 Things that couldn't be acmodated on them hung in bunches from the dark and shadowy ceiling； boxes and sacks of everything spilled onto the floor。
There was no sound from outside。 Bethan looked around and found out why。
'I've never seen so much stuff；' said Twoflower。
'There's one thing it's out of stock of；' said Bethan； firmly。。
'How can you tell？'
'You just have to look。 It's fresh out of exits。'
Twoflower turned around。 Where the door and window had been there were shelves stacked with boxes； they looked as； though they had been there for a long time。
Twoflower sat Rincewind down on a rickety chair by the counter and poked doubtfully at the shelves。 There were boxes of nails； and hairbrushes。 There were bars of soap； faded with age。 There was a stack of jars containing deliquescent bath salts； to which someone had fixed a rather sad and jaunty little notice announcing； in the face of all the evidence； that one would make an Ideal Gift。 There was also quite a lot of dust。
Bethan peered at the shelves on the other wall； and laughed。
'Would you look at this！' she said。
Twoflower looked。 She was holding a … well； it was a little mountain chalet； but with seashells stuck all over it； and then the perpetrator had written 'A Special Souvenir' in pokerwork on the roof （which； of course； opened so that cigarettes could be kept in it； and played a tinny little tune）。
'Have you ever seen anything like it？' she said。
Twoflower shook his head。 His mouth dropped open。
'Are you all right？' said Bethan。
'I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen；' he said。
There was a whirring noise overhead。 They looked up。
A big black globe had lowered itself from the darkness of the ceiling。 Little red lights flashed on and off on it； and as they stared it spun around and looked at them with a big glass eye。 It was menacing； that eye。 It seemed to suggest very emphatically that it was watching something distasteful。
'Hallo？' said Twoflower。
A head appeared over the edge of the counter。 It looked angry。
'I hope you were intending to pay for that；' it said nastily。 Its expression suggested that it expected Rincewind to sa