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'A lamp,' said the Seriph, 'he used a lamp. Not this lamp. No, the real lamp was a battered old thing, and one day this wicked pedlar came round offering new lamps for old and my greatgrandmother gave it to him for this one. The family kept it in the vault as a sort of memorial to her. A truly stupid woman. It doesn't work, of course.'

'It's magic, isn't it?' he said hopefully. 'I've heard about them, isn't it worth a try?'

'And yet, delightful snow on the slopes of Mount Eritor, we do not know which one.'

'And yet, delightful snow on the slopes of Mount Eritor, we do not know which one.'

He rubbed it.

'Give it a rub,' said Conina. 'It can't do any harm.'

'A lamp,' said the Seriph, 'he used a lamp. Not this lamp. No, the real lamp was a battered old thing, and one day this wicked pedlar came round offering new lamps for old and my greatgrandmother gave it to him for this one. The family kept it in the vault as a sort of memorial to her. A truly stupid woman. It doesn't work, of course.'

'I should think that is very likely,' said Creosote primly.

A figure barrelled out of the beach, jerked to a stop, and groaned.

'Erm,' he said, 'excuse me. Would this be any good? I stole it. Sorry.'

'How could we have stopped him, oh, beauteous doeeyed eaglet?'

'I suppose a quick anecdote is out of the question?' he croaked.

'Erm,' he said, 'excuse me. Would this be any good? I stole it. Sorry.'

He rubbed it.

'You could tell me a story,' said Creosote, trembling slightly.

The effects were curiously unimpressive. There was a half-hearted pop and a puff of wispy smoke near Nijel's feet. A line appeared in the beach several feet away from the smoke. It spread quickly to outline a square of sand, which vanished.

Away on either side the beach stretched in long, excruciatingly flat curves, supporting nothing but a few clumps of withered dune grass which lived off the moisture in the spray. There was no sign of any shade.

Nijel held the lamp gingerly. It had a strangely sleek look, as if someone had set out to make a lamp that could go fast.

'Give it a rub,' said Conina. 'It can't do any harm.'

'Erm,' he said, 'excuse me. Would this be any good? I stole it. Sorry.'

He held out the lamp that had been in the treasury.

'I suppose a quick anecdote is out of the question?' he croaked.

'And yet, delightful snow on the slopes of Mount Eritor, we do not know which one.'

'Give it a rub,' said Conina. 'It can't do any harm.'

'How could we have stopped him, oh, beauteous doeeyed eaglet?'

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