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Smutek to uczucie, jak gdyby się tonęło, jak gdyby grzebano cię w ziemi.

But somehow even the wrath of the gods would have been better than the
sound of that voice. The star was coming, it seemed to say, and its fearful fire could only be averted by – by – Rincewind couldn’t be certain, but he had visions 109
of swords and banners and blank-eyed warriors. The voice didn’t believe in gods, which in Rincewind’s book was fair enough, but it didn’t believe in people either.
A tall hooded stranger on Rincewind’s left jostled him. He turned – and looked
up into a grinning skuli nder a black hood.
Wizards, like cats, can see Death.
Compared to the sound of that voice, Death seemed almost pleasant. He
leaned against a wall, his scythe propped up beside him. He nodded at Rincewind.
’Come to gloat?’ whispered Rincewind. Death shrugged.
I HAVE COME TO SEE THE FUTURE, he said.
’This is the future?’
A FUTURE, said Death.
’It’s horrible,’ said Rincewind.
I’M INCLINED TO AGREE, said Death.
’I would have thought you’d be all for it I’
NOT LIKE THIS. THE DEATH OF THE WARRIOR OR THE OLD MAN
OR THE LITTLE CHILD, THIS I UNDERSTAND, AND I TAKE AWAY THE
PAIN AND END THE SUFFERING. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS DEATH-
OF-THE-MIND.
’Who are you talking to?’ said Twoflower. Several members of the congrega-
tion had turned around and were looking suspiciously at Rincewind.
’Nobody,’ said Rincewind. ’Can we go away? I’ve got a headache.’
Now a group of people at the edge of the crowd were muttering and pointing
to them. Rincewind grabbed the other two and hurried them around the corner.
’Mount up and let’s go,’ he said. ’I’ve got a bad feeling that —’
A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned around. A pair of cloudy grey eyes
set in a round bald head on top of a large muscular body were staring hard at his left ear. The man had a star painted on his forehead.
’You look like a wizard,’ he said, in a tone of voice that suggested this was
very unwise and quite possibly fatal.
’Who, me? No, I’m – a clerk. Yes. A clerk. That’s right,’ said Rincewind.
He gave a little laugh.
The man paused, his lips moving soundlessly, as though he was listening to a
voice in his head. Several ther star people had joined him. Rincewind’s left ear began to be widely regarded.
’I think you’re a wizard,’ said the man.
’Look,’ said Rincewind, ’if I was a wizard I’d be able to do magic, right? I’d
just turn you into something, and I haven’t, so I’m not.’
’We killed all our wizards,’ said one of the men. ’Some ran away, but we killed
quite a lot. They waved their hands and nothing came out.’
Rincewind stared at him.
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’And we think you’re a wizard too,’ said the man holding Rincewind in an ever-tightening grip. ’You’ve got the box on legs and you look like a wizard.’
Rincewind became aware that the three of them and the Luggage had somehow
become separated from their horses, and that they were now in a contracting circle of grey-faced, solemn people.
Bethan had gone pale. Even Twoflower, whose ability to recognise danger was
as good as Rincewind’s ability to fly, was looking worried.
Rincewind took a deep breath.
He raised his hands in the classic pose he’d learned years before, and rasped,
’Stand back! Or I’ll fill you full of magic!’
’The magic has faded,’ said the man. ’The star has taken it away. All the false
wizards said their funny words and then nothing happened and they looked at their hands in horror and very few of them, in fact, had the sense to run away.’
’I mean it!’ said Rincewind.
He’s going to kill me, he thought. That’s it. I can’t even bluff any more. No
good at magic, no good at bluffing, I’m just a —
The Spell stirred in his mind. He felt it trickle into his brain like iced water and brace itself. A cold tingle coursed down his arm.
His arm raised of its own volition, and he felt his own mouth opening and shut-
ting and his own tongue moving as a voice that wasn’t his, a voice that sounded
old and dry, said syllables that puffed into the air like steam clouds.
Octarine fire flashed from under his fingernails. It wrapped itself around the
horrified man until he was lost in a cold, spitting cloud that rose above the street, hung there for a long moment, and then exploded into nothingness.
There wasn’t even a wisp of greasy smoke.
Rincewind stared at his hand in horror.
Twoflower and Bethan each grabbed him by an arm and hustled him through
the shocked crowd until they reached the open street. There was a painful mo-
ment as they each chose to run down a different alley, but they hurried on with
Rincewind’s feet barely touching the cobbles.
’Magic,’ he mumbled excitedly, drunk with power. ’I did magic. . . ’
’That’s right,’ said Twoflower soothingly.
’Would you like me to do a spell?’ said Rincewind. He pointed a finger at a
passing dog and said ’Wheeee!’ It gave him a hurt look.
’Making your feet run a lot faster’d be favourite,’ said Bethan grimly.
’Sure!’ slurred Rincewind. ’Feet! Run faster! Hey, look, they’re doing it!’
’They’ve got more sense than you,’ said Bethan. ’Which way now?’
Twoflower peered at the maze of alleyways around them. There was a lot of
shouting going on, some way off.
Rincewind lurched 6ut of their grasp, and tottered uncertainly down the nearest
alley.
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