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Rincewind hiccupped. He was finding Reason rather difficult to hold on to. "Well," he said, "what I think is, the point is, well, you know octiron?"
The two adventurers nodded. The strange iridescent metal was almost as highly valued in the lands around the Circle Sea as sapient pearwood, and was about as rare. A man who owned a needle made of octiron would never lose his.
The little man called Twoflower appeared to be asleep. The Weasel looked down at him and shook his head.
"The city awaits, such as it is," he said. "Thank you for a pleasant tale, Wizard. What will you do now?"
He eyed the Luggage, which immediately backed away and snapped its lid at him. way, since it always pointed to the Hub of the Discworld, being acutely sensitive to the disc's magical field; it would also miraculously darn his socks."Well, my point is, you see, that gold also has its sort of magical field. Sort of financial wizardry. Echo-gnomics." Rincewind giggled.The Weasel stood up and stretched. The sun was well up now, and the city below them was wreathed in mists and full of foul vapours. Also gold, he decided. Even a citizen of Morpork would, at the very point of death, desert his treasure to save his skin. Time to move
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