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said Cutangle, brightening up. "Do you really think so?"
Granny nodded.
Cutangle patted at various bits of his robe until he located a tarry bag of tobacco and a roll of paper. His hands shook as he fumbled a few shreds of second-hand pipeweed into a . He ran the wretched thing across his tongue, and barely moistened it. Then a dim remembrance of propriety welled up in the back of his mind.
"Um," he There was a pause while they contemplated what might come back, inhabiting living bodies, acting almost like the original inhabitants.
"It's probably my fault -"they said in unison, and stopped in astonishment. said, "do you mind if I smoke?" Granny shrugged. Cutangle struck a match on the wall and tried desperately to navigate the flame and the cigarette into approximately the same position. Granny gently took the match from his trembling hand and lit it for him. Cutangle sucked on the tobacco, had a ritual cough and settled back, the glowing end of the rollup the only light in the dim corridor. "They've gone Wandering," said Granny at last. "I know," said Cutangle. "Your wizards won't be able to get them back." "I know that, too." "They might get something back, though." "I wish you hadn't said that."