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important, the street was empty. Rincewind sniffed.
"Can you smell oil?" he said.
Then Withel stepped out of the shadows and tripped him up.


At the top of the cellar steps Broadman knelt down and fumbled in his tinderbox. It turned out to be damp.
"I'll kill that bloody cat," he muttered, and groped for the spare box that was normally on the ledge by the door. It was missing. Broadman said a bad word.
A lighted taper appeared in mid-air, right beside him.
HERE, TAKE THIS.
"dared, and drew from his belt the short sword he had taken from the guard a few Thanks," said Broadman.DON'T MENTION IT.Broadman went to throw the taper down the steps. His hand paused in mid-air. He looked at the taper, his brow furrowing. Then he turned around and held the taper up to illuminate the scene. It didn't shed much light, but it did give the darkness a shape..."Oh, no" he breathed.BUT YES, said Death. Rincewind rolled.For a moment he thought Withel was going to spit him where he lay. But it was worse than that. He was waiting for him to get up."I see you have a sword, wizard," he said quietly. "I suggest you rise, and we shall see how well you use it." Rincewind stood up as slowly as he hours and a hundred years ago. It was a short blunt affair