Pino THE DANCER

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cover was scratched and very dog-eared, the gold of its lettering had long ago curled off, but he could just make out, in the old magic tongue of the Tsort Valley, the words: Iyt Gryet Teymple hyte Tsort, Y Hiystory Myistical.
'Oook?' said the librarian, anxiously.
Trymon turned the pages cautiously. He wasn't very good at languages, he'd always found them highly inefficient things which by rights ought to be replaced by some sort of easily understood numerical system, but this
'Would you like another banana?' he said.

The forest of Skund was indeed enchanted, which was nothing unusual on the Disc, and was also the only forest in the whole universe to be called – in the local language – Your Finger You Fool, which was the literal meaning of the word Skund.seemed exactly what he was looking for. There were whole pages covered with meaningful hieroglyphs.'Is this the only book you've got about the pyramid of Tsort?' he said slowly.'Oook.''You're quite sure?''Oook.'Trymon listened. He could hear, a long way off, the sound of approaching feet and arguing voices. But he had been prepared for that, too.He reached into a pocket.