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their long and rather dirty hair blowing in the wind -
'With split ends, I expect?' said Rincewind sourly.
'Are you trying to be funny?'
'Me?'
'And here's me without a weapon,' said Conina, sweeping back across the deck. 'I bet there isn't a decent sword anywhere on'But I'm not an Archchancellor!' said Rincewind. 'I mean, I've heard of cool-headed, but-’
I need to use your eyes. Now put me on. On your head.
'Um.'
Trust me.
Rincewind couldn't disobey. He gingerly removed his battered grey hat, looked longingly
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