Rincewind crept back towards the city, rounded a tent in the shadows, and collided with a horse, which trod heavily on his foot. “Your wife is a big hippo!” SORRY. Rincewind froze, both hands clutching his aching foot. He knew only one person with a voice like a cemetery in midwinter. He tried to hop backwards, and collided with another horse. RINCEWIND, ISN’T IT? said Death. YES. GOOD EVENING. I DON’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE MET WAR. RINCEWIND, WAR. WAR, RINCEWIND. War touched his helmet in salute. “Pleasure’s all mine,” he said. He indicated the other three riders. “Like to introduce you to m’sons,
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