Peter Paul Rubens Hippopotamus and Crocodile Hunt

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personal spells of protection. Promotion was slow in a profession that traditionally bestowed long life, and it was accepted that younger wizards would frequently seek advancement via dead men's curly shoes, having previosly emptied them of their occupants. Besides, there was something disquieting about young Trymon. He didn't smoke, only drank boiled water, and Galder had the nasty suspicion that he was clever. He didn't smile often grimly, would have had the decency to put an exclamation mark on the end of a statement like that.
There was the faintest of pure sounds, high and sharp, like the breaking of a mouse's heart.
'What was that?' he said.
Trymon cocked his head.
'C sharp, I think,' he said.enough, and he liked figures and the sort of organisation charts that show lots of squares with arrows pointing :o other squares. In short, he was the sort of man who could use the word 'personnel' and mean it.The whole of the visible Disc was now covered with a shmmering white skin that fitted it perfectly.Galder looked down at his own hands and saw them covered with a pale network of shining threads that ollowed every movement.He recognised this kind of spell. He'd used them himself. But his had been smaller – much smaller.'It's a Change spell,' said Trymon. The whole world is being changed.'Some people, thought Galder