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were, tied up all his spell-retention cells. In his darker moments Rincewind had come up with his own explanation as to why even minor spells refused to stay in his head for more than a few seconds.
They were scared, he decided.
"Um-" he repeated.
"A small one would do," said Druellae, watching him curl his lips in A frenzy of anger and emberrassment. She signalled, and a couple of he-dryads closed in.
The spell chose that moment to vault into the temporarily-abandoned saddle of Rincewind's consciousness. He felt it sitting of the dryads were also backing away. What had he done? Something terrible, apparently.
But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him. He backed away, ducked there, leering defiantly at him."I do know a spell," he said wearily."Yes? Pray tell," said Druellae.Rincewind wasn't sure that he dared, although the Spell was trying to take control of his tongue. He fought it."You said you could read my mind," he said indistinctly. "Read it."She stepped forward, looking mockingly into his eyes.Her smile froze. Her hands raised protectively, she crouched back. From her throat came a sound of pure terror.Rincewind looked around. The rest