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. Rincewind s good at that, said Twoflower enthusiastically. He knows allabout herbs and roots and things.Cohen gave Rincewind a look which suggested that he, Cohen, didn t believethat. Well, the Horshe people gave us shome horse jerky, he said. If you can findshome wild onionsh and stuff, it might make it tashte better. But I Rincewind began, and gave up.Anyway, he reasoned, I know whatan onion looks like, it s a sort of saggy white thing with a green bit sticking out ofthe top, should be fairly conspicuous. I ll just go and have a look, shall I? he said. Yesh. Over there in all that thick, shadowy undergrowth? Very good playshe, yesh. Where all the deep gullies and things are, you mean? Ideal shpot, I d shay. Yes, I thought so, said Rincewind bitterly.He set off, wondering how youattracted onions.After all, he thought, although you see them hanging in ropes onmarket stalls they probably don t grow like that, perhaps peasants or whatever useonions hounds or something, or ing songs to attract onions.There were a few early stars out as he started to poke aimlessly among theleaves and grass.Luminous fungi, unpleasantly organic and looking like marital81 aids for gnomes, squished under his feet.Small flying things bit him.Other things,fortunately invisible, hopped or slithered away under the bushes and croaked re-proachfully at him. Onions? whispered Rincewind. Any onions here? There s a patch of them by that old yew tree, said a voice beside him. Ah, said Rincewind. Good.There was a long silence, except for the buzzing of the mosquitoes aroundRincewind s ears.He was standing perfectly still.He hadn t even moved his eyes.Eventually he said, Excuse me. Yes? Which one s the yew? Small gnarly one with the little dark green needles. Oh, yes.I see it.Thanks again.He didn t move.Eventually the voice said conversationally, Anything more Ican do for you? You re not a tree, are you? said Rincewind, still staring straight ahead. Don t be silly.Trees can t talk. Sorry.It s just that I ve been having a bit of difficulty with trees lately, youknow how it is. Not really.I m a rock.Rincewind s voice hardly changed. Fine, fine, he said slowly. Well, I ll just be getting those onions, then. Enjoy them.He walked forward in a careful and dignified fashion, spotted a clump ofstringy white things huddling in the undergrowth, uprooted them carefully, andturned around.There was a rock a little way away.But there were rocks everywhere, the verybones of the Disc were near he surface here.He looked hard at the yew tree, just in case it had been speaking.But the yew,being a fairly solitary tree, hadn t heard about Rincewind the arborial saviour, andin any case was asleep. If that was you, Twoflower, I knew it was you all along, said Rincewind.Hisvoice sounded suddenly clear and very alone in the gathering dusk.Rincewind remembered the only fact he knew for sure about trolls, which wasthat they turned to stone when exposed to sunlight, so that anyone who employedtrolls to work during daylight had to spend a fortune in barrier cream.But now that he came to think about it, it didn t say anywhere what happenedto them after the sun had gone down again.82 The last of the daylight trickled out of the landscape.And there suddenlyseemed to be a great many rocks about. He s an awful long time with those onions, said Two-flower. Do you thinkwe d better go and look for him? Wishards know how to look after themshelves, said Cohen. Don t worry.He winced.Bethan was cutting his toenails. He s not a terribly good wizard, actually, said Twoflower, drawing nearer thefire. I wouldn t say this to his face, but he leaned towards Cohen I ve neveractually seen him do any magic. Right, let s have the other one, said Bethan. Thish is very kind of you. You d have quite nice feet if only you d look after them. Can t sheem to bend down like I used to, said Cohen, sheepishly. Of cour-she, you don t get to meet many chiropodishts in my line of work.Funny, re-ally.I ve met any amount of snake prieshts, mad godsh, warlordsh, never anychiropodishts.I shupposhe it wouldn t look right, really Cohen Against theChiropodishts. Or Cohen And The Chiropractors of Doom, suggested Bethan.Cohen cack-led. Or Cohen And The Mad Dentists! laughed Twoflower.Cohen s mouth snapped shut. What sh sho funny about that? he asked, and his voice had knuckles in it. Oh, er, well, said Twoflower.Tour teeth, you see. What about them? snapped Cohen.Twoflower swallowed. I can t help noticing that they re, um, not in the samegeographical location as your mouth.Cohen glared at him.Then he sagged, and looked very small and old. True, of corsh, he muttered. I don t blame you.It sh hard to be a hero withno teethsh.It don t matter what elsh you loosh, you can get by with one eye even,but you show em a mouth full of gumsh and no-one hash any reshpect. I do, said Bethan loyally. Why don t you get some more? said Twoflower brightly. Yesh, well, if I wash a shark or something, yesh, I d grow shome, said Cohensarcastically. Oh, no, you buy them, said Twoflower. Look, I ll show you er, Bethan,do you mind looking the other way? He waited until she had turned around andthen put his hand to his mouth.83 You shee? he said.Bethan heard Cohen gasp. You can take yoursh out? Oh yesh.I ve got sheveral shets.Excushe me there was a swallowingnoise, and then in a more normal voice Twoflower said, It s very convenient, ofcourse.Cohen s very voice radiated awe, or as much awe as is possible without teeth,which is about the same amount as with teeth but sounds a great deal less impres-sive. I should think show, he said. When they ache, you jusht take them out andlet them get on with it, yesh?Teach the little buggersh a lesshon, shee how they like being left to ache all bythemshelvesh!That s not quite right, said Twoflower carefully.They re not mine, they justbelong to me
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