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The Light Fantastic

The Light Fantastic

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Autoren: Terry Pratchett
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waited.
    There would not be long to wait…

    Rincewind sidled into the Great Hall. There were a few torches burning, and it looked as though it had been set up for some sort of magical work. But the ceremonial candlesticks had been overturned, the complex octograms chalked on the floor were scuffed as if something had danced on them, and the air was full of a smell unpleasant even by Ankh-Morpork’s broad standards. There was a hint of sulfur to it, but that underlay something worse. It smelled like the bottom of a pond.
    There was a distant crash, and a lot of shouting.
    “Looks like the gates have gone down,” said Rincewind.
    “Let’s get out of here,” said Bethan.
    “The cellars are this way,” said Rincewind, and set off through an arch.
    “Down there?”
    “Yes. Would you rather stay here?”
    He took a torch from its bracket on the wall and started down the steps.
    After a few flights the walls stopped being paneled and were bare stone. Here and there heavy doors had been propped open.
    “I heard something,” said Twoflower.
    Rincewind listened. There did seem to be a noise coming from the depths below. It didn’t sound frightening. It sounded like a lot of people hammering on a door and shouting “Oi!”
    “It’s not those Things from the Dungeon Dimensions you were telling us about, is it?” said Bethan.
    “They don’t swear like that,” said Rincewind. “Come on.”
    They hurried along the dripping passages, following the screamed curses and deep hacking coughs that were somehow reassuring; anything that wheezed like that, the listeners decided, couldn’t possibly represent a danger.
    At last they came to a door set in an alcove. It looked strong enough to hold back the sea. There was a tiny grille.
    “Hey!” shouted Rincewind. It wasn’t very useful, but he couldn’t think of anything better.
    There was a sudden silence. Then a voice from the other side of the door said, very slowly, “Who is out there?”
    Rincewind recognized that voice. It had jerked him from daydreams into terror on many a hot classroom afternoon, years before. It was Lemuel Panter, who had once made it his personal business to hammer the rudiments of scrying and summoning into young Rincewind’s head. He remembered the eyes like gimlets in a piggy face and the voice saying “And now Mister Rincewind will come out here and draw the relevant symbol on the board” and the million mile walk past the waiting class as he tried desperately to remember what the voice had been droning on about five minutes before. Even now his throat was going dry with terror and randomized guilt. The Dungeon Dimensions just weren’t in it.
    “Please sir, it’s me, sir, Rincewind, sir,” he squeaked. He saw Twoflower and Bethan staring at him, and coughed. “Yes,” he added, in as deep a voice as he could manage. “That’s who it is. Rincewind. Right.”
    There was a susurration of whispers on the other side of the door.
    “Rincewind?”
    “Prince who?”
    “ I remember a boy who wasn’t any —”
    “ The spell, remember? ”
    “ Rincewind? ”
    There was a pause. Then the voice said, “I suppose the key isn’t in the lock, is it?”
    “No,” said Rincewind.
    “What did he say?”
    “He said no.”
    “Typical of the boy.”
    “Um, who is in there?” said Rincewind..
    “The Masters of Wizardry,” said the voice, haughtily.
    “Why?”
    There was another pause, and then a conference of embarrassed whispers.
    “We, uh, got locked in,” said the voice, reluctantly.
    “What, with the Octavo?”
    Whisper, whisper.
    “The Octavo, in fact, isn’t in here, in fact,” said the voice slowly.
    “Oh. But you are?” said Rincewind, as politely as possible while grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
    “That would appear to be the case.”
    “Is there anything we can get you?” said Twoflower anxiously.
    “You could try getting us out.”
    “Could we pick the lock?” said Bethan.
    “No use,” said Rincewind. “Totally thief-proof.”
    “I expect Cohen would have been able to,” said Bethan loyally. “Wherever he’s got to.”
    “The Luggage would soon smash it down,” agreed Twoflower.
    “Well, that’s it then,” said Bethan. “Let’s get out into the fresh air. Fresher air, anyway.” She turned to walk away.
    “Hang on, hang on,” said Rincewind. “That’s just typical, isn’t it? Old Rincewind won’t have any ideas, will he? Oh, no, he’s just a makeweight, he is. Kick him as

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