was nearly noon when Twoflower awoke. He couldn't remember why he was in a hayloft, or why he was wearing someone else's coat, but he did wake up with one idea right in the forefront of his mind.
He decided it was vitally important to tell Rincewind about it.
He fell out of the hay and landed on the Luggage.
'Oh, you're here, are you?' he said. 'I hope you're ashamed of yourself.'
The . Everything seemed fresh and new, even the smells, but there didn't seem to be many people up yet. It had been a long night.
He found Rincewind at the foot of the Tower of Art, upervising a team of workmen who had rigged up a gantry of sorts on the roof and were lowering the stone wizards to the ground. He seemed to be assisted by a monkey, but Twoflower was in no mood to be surprised at anything.Luggage looked bewildered.'Anyway, I want to comb my hair. Open up,' said Twoflower.The Luggage obligingly flipped its lid. Twoflower rooted around among the bags and boxes inside until he found a comb and mirror and repaired some of the damage of the night. Then he looked hard at the Luggage.'I suppose you wouldn't like to tell me what you've done with the Octavo?'The Luggage's expression could only be described as wooden.'All right. Come on, then.'Twoflower stepped out into the sunlight, which was slightly too bright for his current tastes, and wandered aimlessly along the street
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