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a bit like flarelight, I think.'
Ptaclusp hadn't got where he was today - no, he'd have to correct himself - hadn't got to where he had been last night without eventually seeing the advantages in the Unlikeliest situations.
'He'll instability there.'
'Dad, it's a pyramid! We should have flared it! I told you! The forces involved, well, it's just too-'
A shadow fell across them. They looked around. They looked up. They looked up a bit more.
'Oh, my,' said Ptaclusp. 'It's Hat, the Vulture-Headed God...'
Ephebe lay beyond them, a classical poem of white marble lazing around its rock on a bay of brilliant blue-
'What's that?' said Ptraci, after studying it critically for some time.save on clothing,' he said slowly. 'I mean, he can just paint it on.' 'I don't think you've quite got the idea, dad,' said IIb wearily. He sat down beside his father and stared across the river to the palace. 'Something going on over there,' said Ptaclusp. 'Do you think they've noticed the pyramid?' 'I shouldn't be surprised. It's moved around ninety degrees, after all.' Ptaclusp looked over his shoulder, and nodded slowly. 'Funny, that,' he said. 'Bit of structural
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