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think I can remember one,’ said the Bursar hesitantly.
‘Go on, man. Anything’s worth trying at a time like this.’ The Bursar stretched out a hand. He shut his eyes. He muttered a few syllables under his breath.
There was a brief flicker of octarine light and - ‘Oh, ‘ said the Archchancellor. ‘And that’s all of it?’ ‘ “Eringyas’ Surprising Bouquet”,’ said the Bursar, bright eyed and twitching. ‘I don’t know why, but it’s one I’ve always been able to do. Just a knack, I suppose.’
Ridcully YES, WASN’T IT, he mumbled noncommittally, as she helped him drag it over the stack and weigh it down with stones. The wind caught at it and tried to drag it out of his hands; it might as well have tried to blow a mountain over.
Rain swept over the fields, among shreds of mist that shimmered with blue electric energies.eyed the huge bunch of flowers now gripped in the Bursar’s fist.‘But not, I venture to point out, entirely useful at this time,’ he added.The Bursar looked at the approaching walls and his smile faded.‘I suppose not,’ he said.‘Anyone else got any ideas?’ said Ridcully.There was no reply.‘Nice roses, though,’ said the Dean.‘That was quick,’ said Miss Flitworth, when Bill Door arrived at the pile of stooks dragging a tarpaulin behind him.