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Twoflower had produced a box from the depths of the Luggage。 It was large and black and had a handle on one side and a little round window in front and a strap so that Twoflower could put it around his neck； which he did。
There was a time when Rincewind had quite liked the iconoscope。 He believed； against all experience； that the world was fundamentally understandable； and that if he could only equip himself with the right mental toolbox he could take the back off and see how it worked。 He was； of course； dead wrong。 The iconoscope didn't take pictures by letting light fall onto specially treated paper； as he had surmised； but by the far simpler method of imprisoning a small demon with a good eye for colour and a speedy hand with a paintbrush。 He had been very upset to find that out。
'You haven't got time to take pictures！' he hissed。
'It won't take long；' said Twoflower firmly； and rapped on the side of the box。 A tiny door flew open and the imp poked his head out。
'Bloody hell；' it said。 'Where are we？'
'It doesn't matter；' said Twoflower。 The clock first； I think。'
The demon squinted。
'Poor light；' he said。 Three bloody years at f8； if you ask me。' He slammed the door shut。 A second later there was the tiny scraping noise of his stool being dragged up to his easel。
Rincewind gritted his teeth。
'You don't need to take pictures； you can just remember it！' he shouted。
It's not the same；' said Twoflower calmly。
'It's better！ It's more real！'
'It isn't really。 In years to e； when I'm sitting by the fire …'
'You'll be sitting by the fire forever if we don't get out of here！'
'Oh； I do hope you're not going。'
They both turned。 Ysabell was standing in the archway； smiling faintly。 She held a scythe in one hand； a scythe with a blade of proverbial sharpness。 Rincewind tried not to look down at his blue lifeline； a girl holding a scythe shouldn't smile in that unpleasant； knowing and slightly deranged way。
'Daddy seems a little preoccupied at the moment but I'm sure he wouldn't dream of letting you go off just like that；' she added。 'Besides； I'd have no…one to talk to。'
'Who's this？' said Twoflower。
'She sort of lives here；' mumbled Rincewind。 'She's a sort of girl；' he added。
He grabbed Twoflower's shoulder and tried to shuffle imperceptibly towards the door into the dark； cold garden。 It didn't work； largely because Twoflower wasn't the sort of person who went in for nuances of expression and somehow never assumed that anything bad might apply to him。
'Charmed； I'm sure；' he said。 Very nice place； you have here。 Interesting baroque effect with the bones and skulls。'
Ysabell smiled。 Rincewind thought： if Death ever does hand over the family business； she'll be better at it than he is … she's bonkers。
'Yes； but we must be going；' he said。
'I really won't hear of it；' she said。 You must stay and tell me all about yourselves。 There's plenty of time and it's so boring here。'
She darted sideways and swung the scythe at the shining threads。 It screamed through the air like a neutered tomcat … and stopped sharply。
There was the creak of wood。 The Luggage had snapped its lid shut on the blade。
Twoflower looked up at Rincewind in astonishment。
And the wizard； with great deliberation and a certain amount of satisfaction； hit him smartly on the chin。 As the little man fell backwards Rincewind caught him； threw him over a shoulder and ran。
Branches whipped at him in the starlit garden； and small； furry and probably horrible things scampered away as he pounded desperately along the faint lifeline that shone eerily on the freezing grass。
From the building behind him came a shrill scream of disappointment and rage。 He cannoned off a tree and sped on。
Somewhere there was a path； he remembered。 But in this maze of silver light and shadows； tinted now with red as the terrible new star made its presence felt even in the netherworld； nothing looked right。 Anyway； the lifeline appeared to be going in quite the wrong direction。
There was the sound of feet behind him。 Rincewind wheezed with effort； it sounded like the Luggage； and at the moment he didn't want to meet the Luggage； because it might have got the wrong idea about him hitting its master； and generally the Luggage bit people it didn't like。 Rincewind had never had the nerve to ask where it was they actually went when the heavy lid slammed shut on them； but they certainly weren't there when it opened again。
In fact he needn't have worried。 The Luggage overtook him easily； its little legs a blur of movement。 It seemed to Rincewind to be concentrating very heavily on running； as if it had some inkling of what was ing up behind it and didn't like the idea at all。
Don't look back； he remembered。 The view probably isn't very nice。
The Luggage crashed through a bush and vanished。
A moment later Rincewind saw why。 It had careened over the edge of the outcrop and was dropping towards the great hole underneath； which he could now see was faintly red lit at the bottom。 Stretching from Rincewind； out over the edge of the rocks and down into the hole； were two shimmering blue lines。
He paused uncertainly； although that isn't precisely true because he was totally certain of several things； for example that he didn't want to jump； and that he certainly didn't want to face whatever it was ing up behind him； and that in the spirit world Twoflower was quite heavy； and that there were worse things than being dead。
'Name two；' he muttered； and jumped。
A few seconds later the horsemen arrived and didn't stop when they reached the edge of the rock but simply rode into the air and reined their horses over nothingness。
Death looked down。
THAT ALWAYS ANNOYS ME； he said。 I MIGHT AS WELL INSTALL A REVOLVING DOOR。
'I wonder what they wanted！' said Pestilence。
'Search me；' said War。 'Nice game； though。'
'Right；' agreed Famine。 'pelling； I thought。'
WE'VE GOT TIME FOR ANOTHER FONDLE； said Death。
'Rubber；' corrected War。
RUBBER WHAT？
'You call them rubbers；' said War。
RIGHT； RUBBERS； said Death。 He looked up at the new star； puzzled as to what it might mean。
I THINK WE'VE GOT TIME； he repeated； a trifle uncertainly。
Mention has already been made of an attempt to inject a little honesty into reporting on the Disc； and how poets and bards were banned on pain of … well； pain … from going on about babbling brooks and rosy…fingered dawn and could only say； for example； that a face had launched a thousand ships if they were able to produce certified dockyard accounts。
And therefore； out of a passing respect for this tradition； it will not be said of Rincewind and Twoflower that they became an ice…blue sinewave arcing through the dark imensions； or that there was a sound like the twanging of a monstrous tusk； or that their lives passed in front of their eyes （Rincewind had in any case seen his past life flash in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits） or that the universe dropped on them like a large jelly。
It will be said； because experiment has proven it to be true； that there was a noise like a wooden ruler being struck heavily with a