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handholds. It offered hands, though. Two were even now thrusting through the mossy bark beside him; slim hands, green as young leaves. Then a shapely arm followed, and then the hamadryad leaned right out and grasped the astonished wizard firmly and, with that vegetable strength that can send roots questing into rock, drew him .
The Lady's last opponent shifted his seat until he faced her across the board.
"Lord," she said, politely.
"Lady," he acknowledged. Their eyes met.
He was a taciturn god. It was said that he had arrived in the Discworld afteinto the tree. The solid bark parted like a mist, closed like a clam.Death watched impassively.He glanced at the cloud of mayflies that were dancing their joyful zigzags near His skull. He snapped His fingers. The insects fell out of the air. But, somehow, it wasn't quite the same. Blind Io pushed his stack of chips across the table, glowered through such of his eyes that were currently in the room, and strode out. A few demigods tittered. At least Offler had taken the loss of a perfectly good troll with precise, if somewhat reptilian, gracer some terrible