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goodness,” Ponder added. “Knocked me cold.
Otherwise I’d be like the others.”
A foreboding of a conversation to come swept over Magrat.
“What others?” she snapped.
“Are you alone?”
“What others?”
“Have you found a second wizard propped against a tree like a ladder. He had a huge smile creasing his face.
“The Bursar,” said Ponder. “I think we may have over-done the dried frog pills a bit.” He any idea what’s been happening?”Magrat thought about the castle, and the town.“I might be able to hazard a guess,” she said.Ponder shook his head.“It’s worse than that,” he said.“What others?” said Magrat.“I think there’s definitely been a cross-continuum break-through, and I’m sure there’s a difference in energy levels.”“But what others?” Magrat insisted.Ponder Stibbons glanced nervously at the surrounding forest.“Let’s get off the path. There’s a lot more elves back there.”Ponder disappeared into the undergrowth. Magrat followed him, and