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mind . . .' Rincewind propped Twoflower as nicely as possible against the tree, and by moonlight – and, he realised, by the faint red light of the menacing new star – took the first real look at his rescuer.
The man had only one eye; the other was covered by a black patch. His thin bodyscars and, currently, twanging white-hot with tendonitis. His teeth had obviously decided to quit long ago.
'Who are you?' he said.
'Bethan,' said the girl, rubbing a handful of nasty-smelling green ointment into the old man's back. She wore the air of ?'
'The very shame.'
'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind. 'Cohen's a great big chap, neck like a bull, got chest muscles like a sack of footballs. I mean, he's the Disc's greatest warrior, a legend in his . I remember my grandad telling me he saw him . . . my grandad telling me he . . . my grandad . . .'
He faltered under the gimlet gaze.one who, if asked to consider what sort of events might occur after being rescued from virgin sacrifice by a hero with a white charger, would probably not have mentioned linament, but who, now linament was apparently what did happen to you after all, was determined to be good at it.'I meant him,' said Rincewind.One star-bright eye looked up at him.'Cohen ish my name, boy.' Bethan's hands stopped moving.'Cohen?' she said. 'Cohen the Barbarian