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Bravd, galloping along a few feet away, nodded.
"All wizards get like that," he said. "it's the quicksilver fumes. Rots their brains. Mushrooms, too "
"However-" said the brown-clad one. He reached into his tunic and took out a golden disc on a short chain. Bravd raised his eyebrows.
"The wizard said that the little man had some sort of golden disc that told him the time," said the Weasel.
"Arousing your cupidity, little friend? You always were an expert thief, Weasel."
"Aye," , caused the case to split; there was a vivid octarine flash and a whiff of brimstone as the time being vanished into whatever demonic
"What did you do that for?" said Bravd, who hadn't been close enough to hear the words.
"Do what?" said the Weasel. "I didn't do anything. Nothing happened at all. Come on - we're wasting opportunities! "
Bravd nodded. Together they turned their steeds and galloped towards ancient Ankh, and honest enchantments.agreed the Weasel modestly. He touched the knob at the disc's rim, and it flipped open.The very small demon imprisoned within looked up from its tiny abacus and scowled. "It lacks but ten minutes to eight of the clock," it snarled. The lid slammed shut, almost trapping the Weasel's fingers-With an oath the Weasel hurled the time-teller far out into the heather, where it possibly hit a stone. Something, in any event