Thief of Time - Fighting

'Hah! Yes. Can you give us a lift? It's really important.'

'You and daat whizzin' kid I seein' there?'

A patch of grey air at the edge of the clearing became Lobsang, out of breath. He dropped the broken branch he'd been holding.

'The lad is called Lobsang. I'm training him up,' said Lu-Tze.

'Looks like you gotta hurry before you runnin' out of things he don't knoow,' said the yeti. 'Ha. Ha.'

'Sweeper, what were you-' Lobsang began, hurrying forward.

Lu-Tze put his finger to his lips. 'Not in front of our fallen friends,' he said. 'I'm looking for Rule One to become a lot better respected in these parts as a result of this day's work.'

'But I had to do all the-'

'We must be going,' said Lu-Tze, waving him into silence. 'I reckon we can snooze quite happily while our friend here carries us.’

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