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realised he was talking to himself.
Nijel let go of the sword.
Conina , and added, 'Son of Harebut the-’
'Mighty,' said Nijel. Rincewind gaped a bit, and then shrugged.
'Well, whoever,' he conceded. 'Anyway, this is Conina. Which is rather a coincidence, because you'll be interested to know that her father was mmph.'
Conina, without turning her gaze, had extended a hand and held Rincewind's face in astepped forward.'Oh, no,' said Rincewind, but it was far too late. The world had suddenly separated into two parts - the bit which contained Nijel and Conina, and the bit which contained everything else. The air between them crackled. Probably, in their half, a distant orchestra was playing, bluebirds were tweeting, little pink clouds were barrelling through the sky, and all the other things that happen at times like this. When that sort of thing is going on, mere collapsing palaces in the next world don't stand a chance.'Look, perhaps we can just get the introductions over with,' said Rincewind desperately. 'Nijel-’'- the Destroyer-’ said Nijel dreamily.'All right, Nijel the Destroyer,' said Rincewind