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On the other it said PERSECUTED. Dor had to laugh, ruefully. “I guess I fell for it! ” He put the button against his shirt, where it stuck magically, PERSECUTED side out. Then he picked up the Jack, put him back in the box, closed the lid, set the works back inside the plaque’s chamber, and closed that. “Well played, plaque,” he said. “Yeah,” the plaque agreed, mollified. They returned their attention to the moat. “No substitute for my own ingenuity,” Dor said. “But this diversion has given me a notion.
Yet his seat seemed secure. The material of the carpet seemed to hold him firmly yet comfortably, so that he did not slide off even when it tilted. Wonderful magic! Now the carpet banked, circling for a landing—but it didn’t land. It plunged at frightening speed directly toward a deep crevasse in the ground. ” Dor cried, alarmed. ” Grundy replied. ” He pointed ahead, and for once he seemed less than cocksure. ” the rug agreed, still accelerating. It was indeed a big tangle tree—one not even an ogre could cow.
Lucky it was a wet day, raining in fact, so my heat only cooked its outer layers some instead of setting the whole thing on fire. I’m sorry I did that; I really think that needle in the back was an accident. Something that just slipped out. ” He rounded the curve in the passage, so that he was no longer in view of the needler. Then he leaned against the wall, feeling faint. Grundy’s translation came to an end. “You’re the best liar I’ve ever seen,” he said admiringly. ” “Well, I guess it takes practice.