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said. He took Twoflower to the other side of the clearing.
    “Listen,” he said between his teeth. “If he was fifteen feet tall and said he was a giant we’d only have his word for that too, wouldn’t we?”
    “He could be a goblin,” said Twoflower defiantly.
    Rincewind looked back at the tiny figure, which was industriously picking its nose.
    “Well?” he said. “So what? Gnome, goblin, pixie—so what?”
    “Not a pixie,” said Twoflower firmly. “Pixies, they wear these sort of green combinations and they have pointy caps and little knobbly antenna thingies sticking out of their heads. I’ve seen pictures.”
    “Where?”
    Twoflower hesitated, and looked at his feet. “I think it was called the ‘mutter, mutter, mutter.’”
    “The what? Called the what?”
    The little man took a sudden interest in the backs of his hands.
    “The Little Folks’ Book of Flower Fairies,” he muttered.
    Rincewind looked blank.
    “It’s a book on how to avoid them?” he said.
    “Oh no,” said Twoflower hurriedly. “It tells you where to look for them. I can remember the pictures now.” A dreamy look came over his face, and Rincewind groaned inwardly. “There was even a special fairy that came and took your teeth away.”
    “What, came and pulled out your actual teeth—?”
    “No, no, you’re wrong, I mean after they’d fallen out, what you did was, you put the tooth under your pillow and the fairy came and took it away and left a rhinu piece.”
    “Why?”
    “Why what?”
    “Why did it collect teeth?”
    “It just did.”
    Rincewind formed a mental picture of some strange entity living in a castle made of teeth. It was the kind of mental picture you tried to forget. Unsuccessfully.
    “Urgh,” he said.
    Red hats! He wondered whether to enlighten the tourist about what life was really like when a frog was a good meal, a rabbit hole a useful place to shelter out of the rain, and an owl a drifting, silent terror in the night. Moleskin trousers sounded quaint unless you personally had to remove them from their original owner when the vicious little sod was cornered in his burrow. As for red hats, anyone who went around a forest looking bright and conspicuous would only do so very, very briefly.
    He wanted to say: Look, the life of gnomes and goblins is nasty, brutish and short. So are they.
    He wanted to say all this, and couldn’t. For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head. Telling him the truth would be like kicking a spaniel.
    “Swee whee weedle wheet,” said a voice by his foot. He looked down. The gnome, who had introduced himself as Swires, looked up. Rincewind had a very good ear for languages. The gnome had just said, “I’ve got some newt sorbet left over from yesterday.”
    “Sounds wonderful,” said Rincewind.
    Swires gave him another prod in the ankle.
    “The other bigger, is he all right?” he said solicitously.
    “He’s just suffering from reality shock,” said Rincewind. “You haven’t got a red hat, by any chance?”
    “Wheet?”
    “Just a thought.”
    “I know where there’s some food for biggers,” said the gnome, “and shelter, too. It’s not far.”
    Rincewind looked at the lowering sky. The daylight was draining out of the landscape and the clouds looked as if they had heard about snow and were considering the idea. Of course, people who lived in mushrooms couldn’t necessarily be trusted, but right now a trap baited with a hot meal and clean sheets would have had the wizard hammering to get in.
    They set off. After a few seconds the Luggage got carefully to its feet and started to follow.
    “Psst!”
    It turned carefully, little legs moving in a complicated pattern, and appeared to look up.
    “Is it good, being joinery?” said the tree, anxiously. “Did it hurt?”
    The Luggage seemed to think about this. Every brass handle, every knothole, radiated extreme concentration.
    Then it shrugged its lid