Thief of Time - Grab

Several dozen monks, wearing thick cork hats as well as their traditional robes, came running round the corner. Most of them were yelling. A few of the brighter ones were saving their breath in order to cover the ground more quickly. Lu-Tze grabbed one of them, who tried to struggle free. 'Let me go!'

'What's happening?'

'Just get out of here before they all go!' The monk shook himself free and sped after the rest of them.

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The Thief of Time - p120