Mort's eyes lit up. He hesitated.
"Tulgies have no treasure, Mort," Molly reminded him. "Pay attention, you should know better!"
The little elf deflated slightly. "I know, I know," he said, shame-faced, "but I'm a Morpher, old habits die hard." He scurried to catch back up with the others.
I'll lead you to paradise....
"JigSaw!" Dabbler cried. "This way, damn it! No telling what you'd find over there!"
"Tangle bushes," said Molly shortly. "Their stings are said to be quite stimulating. Initially. Until you start dissolving."
Follow, or you'll die here....
"No, Sindy," Molly stated. "There's a nasty Pod thicket a few hundred yards on in that direction."
Sindy shuddered. It was getting harder and harder to follow her friends and not the voices.
...and in the darkness bind them....
"You know, it is looking mighty dark up ahead," said Rincewind uncertainly.
Snakes... I hate snakes....
Diana got a crawly sensation up her spine. Her eyes darted here and there, apprehensive. She hated snakes too.
You do know how to whistle, don't you? All you have to do is pucker up and blow....
"JigSaw! No puckering! Don't you know that could attract Humms? The area's lousy with them!"
"Damn it, I don't care if I do puke, I'm going to use a bit of mana and make us all earplugs--whoa!"
Suddenly the part emerged into the open, into the dirty golden light of the Antipodes' day. The voices were cut off as if by a knife.
"Clearing," said Molly, a note of relief in her sepulchral voice. "I steered us toward it because it didn't sound like you lot were going to last much longer."
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