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have been if you’d been wedded to me.”
He caught up with her.
“Even young Ponder doesn’t think like this,” he said. “You’ve made up your mind that it would have been dread-ful, have you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why’d you think?”
“I asked you!”
“I’m too busy for from one universe to another.”
“Ever tried it?”
“No!”
“A circle is a door half open. It doesn’t need much to open it up all the way. Even belief 11 do it. That’s why they put the Dancers up, years ago. We got the dwarfs to do it. Thunderbolt iron, those stones. There’s something special about ‘em. They’ve got the love of iron. Don’t ask me how it works. Elves hate it even more than ordinary this,” said Granny. “Like I said, per-sonal ain’t the same as important. Make yourself useful, Mr. Wizard. You know it’s circle time, don’t you?”Ridcully’s hand touched the brim of his hat.“Oh, yes.”“And you know what that means?”“They tell me it means that the walls between realities186get weaker. The circles are . . . what’s the word Stibbons uses? Isoresons. They connect levels of, oh, something daft . .. similar levels of reality. Which is bloody stupid. You’d be able to walk