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think we ought to be getting along,' said Lackjaw nervously. A party of star people had turned into the street behind them.
'I think I would like to kill someone,' said Cohen, still smiling.
'The star directs that the Disc must be cleansed,' said the man, backing away.
'Stars can't talk,' said Cohen, drawing his sword.
'If you kill me a thousand will take my place,' said the man, who was now backed against the wall.
'Yes,' saidat the other end of the alley Cohen flung himself against the wall, drew his sword, stood with his head on one side as he judged the approaching footsteps, and then brought the blade around in a dead flat sweep at stomach height. There was an unpleasant noise and several screams, but by then Cohen was well away up the street, moving in the unusual shambling run that spared his bunions. Cohen, in a reasonable tone of voice, 'but that isn't the point, is it? The point is, you'll be dead.'The man's adam's apple began to bob like a yoyo. He squinted down at Cohen's sword.'There is that, yes,' he conceded. 'Tell you what – how bout if we put the fire out?' 'Good idea,' said Cohen.Lackjaw tugged at his belt. The other star people were running towards them. There were a lot of them, many of them were armed, and it began to look as though things would become a little more serious.Cohen waved his sword at them defiantly, and turned and ran. Even Lackjaw had difficulty in keeping up.'Funny,' he gasped, as they plunged down another alley, 'I thought – for a minute – you'd want to stand – and fight them.''Blow that – for a – lark.'As they came out into the light