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health!’ said Windle Poons.
The Archchancellor drummed his fingers on the table.
‘Mr Poons, ‘ he said, ‘are you quite sure?’
Windle had gone off at a tangent.’Any more of these toturerillas? Not that
I flu epidemic over Quirm way, I’m told.’
‘Quite a storm last night, too. Lots of shipwrecks, I daresay, ‘ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
‘And of course it’s springtime, when you get a great many avalanches in the mountains.’
‘And plagues.’
The Archchancellor stroked his beard thoughtfully.call it proper food,’ he said, ‘dippin’ bits of hard bikky in sludge, what’s so specialabout that? What I could do with right now ?is? one of Mr Dibbler’s famous meat pies -‘ And then he died.The Archchancellor glanced at his fellow wizards, and then tiptoed across to the wheelchair and lifted a blueveined wrist to check the pulse. He shook his head.‘That’s the way I want to go, ‘ said the Dean.‘What, muttering about meat pies?’ said the Bursar.‘No. Late.’‘Hold on. Hold on,’ said the Archchancellor.’This isn’t right, you know. According to tradition, Death himself turns up for the death of a wiz - ‘ ‘Perhaps He was busy, ‘ said the Bursar hurriedly. ‘That’s right,’ said the Dean.’Bit of a serious