‘We were considering disqualification, Mr
uggs discount Lipwig,’ said Ridcully, looking severe.
Moist handed the broom to Mr Pump. ‘I do apologize, Arch-chancellor,’ he said. ‘I was checking some stamp designs and completely lost track of time. Oh, good evening, Professor Pelc’
The Professor of Morbid Bibliomancy gave him a big grin and held up a jar. ‘And Professor Goitre,’ he said. ‘The old chap thought he’d like to
discount uggs for women see what all the fuss is about.’
‘And this is Mr Pony of the Grand Trunk,’ said Ridcully.
Moist shook hands with the engineer. ‘Mr Gilt not with you?’ he said, winking.
‘He’s, er, watching from his coach,’ said the engineer, looking nervously at Moist.
‘Well, since you are both here, Mr Stibbons will hand you each a copy
discount uggs for women of the message,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘Mr Stibbons?’
Two packages were handed over. Moist undid his, and burst out laughing.
‘But it’s a book!’ said Mr Pony. ‘It’ll take all night to code. And there’s diagrams!’
Okay, let’s begin, thought Moist, and moved like a cobra. He snatched the book from the startled Pony, thumbed through it quickly,
discout ugg boots grabbed a handful of pages and ripped them out, to a gasp from the crowd.
‘There you are, sir,’ he said, handing the pages back. ‘There is your message! Pages 79 to 128. We’ll deliver the rest of the book and the recipient can put your pages in later, if they arrive!’ He was aware of
ugg discount Professor Pelc glaring at him, and added: ‘And I’m sure it can be repaired very neatly!’
It was a stupid gesture but it was big and loud and funny and cruel and if Moist didn’t know how to get the attention of a crowd he didn’t know anything. Mr Pony backed away, clutching the stricken chapter.
‘I
ugg boots on sale didn’t mean—’ he tried, but Moist interrupted with: ‘After all, we’ve got a big coach for such a small book.’
‘It’s just that pictures take time to code—’ Mr Pony protested. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Machinery didn’t answer back.
