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Galder winked at him and raised his arms again.
'To me, o spirits of—'
There was a thunderclap, an implosion of light and a moment of complete physical uncertainty during which even the walls seemed to turn in on themselves. Trymon heard a sharp intake of breath and then a dull, solid thump.
The room was suddenly silent.
After a few laundry, smelling slightly of lavender. Somehow it was quite the most terrifying thing the wizard had ever seen.
'Well, er,' he said. 'You, um, wouldn't have seen another wizard around here, by any chance?'
The Luggage contrived to look more menacing.
'Oh,' said Trymon. 'Well, fine. It doesn't matter.'
He pulled vaguely at the hem of his robe and took a brief interest in the minutes Trymon crawled out from behind a chair and dusted himself off. He whistled a few bars of nothing much and turned towards the door with exaggerated care, looking at the ceiling as if he had never seen it before. He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.The Luggage squatted in the centre of the circle and opened its lid.Trymon stopped. He turned very, very carefully, dreading what he might see.The Luggage seemed to contain some clean