Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Waterloo

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sidled along the wall and put his ear to the next stone, which was a smaller, wedge-shaped stone cut to fit an angle of the wall, not a big, distinguished stone, but a bantam stone, patiently doing its bit for the greater good of the wall as A little cascade of mortar poured down from the ceiling on to Rincewind's hat.
'Something's acting on the stones,' he said quietly. 'They're trying to break free.'
'We're right underneath quite a lot of them,' observed Creosote.
There was a grinding noise above them and a shaft of daylight lanced down. To Rincewind's a whole. It was also shaking.'Shh!' said Conina.'I can't hear anything,' said Nijel loudly. Nijel was one of those people who, if you say "don't look now", would immediately swivel his head like an owl on a turntable. These are the same people who, when you point out, say, an unusual crocus just beside them, turn round aimlessly and put their foot down with a sad little squashy noise. If they were lost in a trackless desert you could find them by putting down, somewhere on the sand, something small and fragile like a valuable old mug that had been in your family for generations, and then hurrying back as soon as you heard the crash.Anyway.'That's the point! What happened to the war?'