Soul Music - Trample

A little closer to the lake a heap of sacking slid sideways. 'Archchancellor?'

'Yes, Mr Stibbons?'

'I think someone trod on my hat.'

'So what?'

'It's still on my head.' Ridcully sat up, easing the ache in his bones. 'Come on, lad,' he said. 'Let's go home. I'm not sure I'm that interested in music any more. It's a world of hertz.'

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Soul Music - p249