Rembrandt Susanna and the Elders

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'Remember where I am? Remember where I am?' shouted Rincewind. 'Of course I remember where I am, I'm inside a bloody book talking to a load of voices I can't see, why do you think I'm screaming?'
'I expect you're wondering why we brought you here again,' said a voice by his ear.
'No.'
'No?'
'What is going to collide with the star.'
Rincewind thought about this. 'Is it?'did he say?' said another disembodied voice.'He said no.''He really said no?''Yes.''Oh.''Why?''This sort of thing happens to me all the time,' said Rincewind. 'One minute I'm falling off the world, then I'm inside a book, then I'm on a flying rock, then I'm watching Death learn how to play Weir or Dam or whatever it was, why should I wonder about anything?''Well, we imagine you will be wondering why we don't want anyone to say us,' said the first voice, aware that it was losing the initiative.Rincewind hesitated. The thought had crossed his mind, only very fast and looking nervously from side to side in case it got knocked over.'Why should anyone want to say you?''It's the star,' said the spell. 'The red star. Wizards are already looking for you; when they find you they want to say all eight Spells together to change the future. They think the Disc