Alphonse Maria Mucha Spring

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Ridcully swallowed. ‘Er. Mustrum Ridcully. Archchancellor.’ The hood nodded. The Dean stuck a finger in his ear and . . . first among equals and all that sort of thing . . . yes . . .’ Ridcully managed.
He was told, We bring good news.
‘Good news? Good news?’ Ridcully squirmed under the gazerless gaze.’Oh, good. That is good news.’
He was told, Death has retired.
‘Pardon?’
He was told, Death has retired.
‘Oh? That is . . . news . . .’ said Ridcully uncertainly.
‘Uh. How? Exactly . . . how?’waggled it around. The robe wasn’t talking.Nothing was being heard. It was just that, afterwards, you had a sudden memory of what had just failed to be said and no knowledge of how it had got there.The hood said, You are a superior being on this world?Ridcully looked at the other wizards. The Dean glared.‘Well . . . you know . . . yes