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rapier.
"But I don't know how to use a sword," he wailed.
"Good."
"You know that wizards can't be killed by edged weapons?" said Rincewind desperately. Withel smiled coldly. "So I have heard," he said. "I look forward to putting it to the test." He lunged. Rincewind caught the thrust by sheer luck air before bursting through it, in a gout of red-hot tiles.
Withel stared at the boiling flames, unnerved. And Rincewind leapt. He ducked under the thief's sword arm and brought his own blade around in an arc so incompetently misjudged that it hit the man flat-first and jolted out of the wizard's hand. Sparks and droplets of flaming oil rained down , jerked his hand away in shock, deflected the second stroke by coincidence, and took the third one through his robe at heart-height.There was a clink.Withel's snarl of triumph died in his throat. He drew the sword out and prodded again at the wizard, who was rigid with terror and guilt. There was another clink, and gold coins began to drop out of the hem of the wizard's robe."So you bleed gold, do you?" hissed Withel. "But have you got gold concealed in that raggedy beard, you little-"As his sword went back for his final sweep the sullen glow that had been growing in the doorway of the Broken Drum flickered, dimmed, and erupted into a roaring fireball that sent the walls billowing outward and carried the roof a hundred feet into the