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minute, everything you touch turns to gold. He was plagued with it.”
Carter looked puzzled.
“How did he manage when he had to—“
“Let that be a lesson to you, young Carter,” said Baker. “You stay here where folks are sensible, not go gadding off abroad where you might suddenly be holding a fortune in your hands and not have anything to spend it on.”
“We’ve slept “Oh, well,” he said, managing to stand up at the third attempt, “probably no harm done. Let’s get on home and see what century it is.”
“What century is it, anyway?” said Thatcher.
“Century of the Fruitbat, isn’t it?” said Baker.
“Might not be anymore,” said Carter hopefully. It turned out that it was, indeed, the Century of the Fruitbat. Lancre didn’t have much use for units of time any smaller than an hour out here all night,” said Jason uncertainly “That’s dangerous, that is.”“You’re right there, Mr. Ogg,” said Carter, “I think some-thing went to the toilet in my ear.”“I mean strange things can enter your head.”“That’s what I mean, too.”166LORQ6 ft/YQ LfibfEQJason blinked. He was certain he’d dreamed. He could remember dreaming. But he couldn’t remember what the dream had been about. But there was still the feeling in his head of voices talking to him, but too far away to be heard.