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'Yes. Just like the king. Now turn it off.'
'It's a pyramid! You can't turn off pyramids!' said IIb.
'Well, then, make it flare.'
'We tried that last night.' IIb pointed to the shattered capstone. 'Unroll Two-Ay, dad.'
Teppic regarded the flat brother.
'It's some sort of wall poster, is it?' he said eventually.
IIb looked down. Teppic saw the movement, and looked down also; he was ankle-deep in green sprouts.
'Sorry,' he said. 'I can't seem to shake it off.'
'It can be dreadful,' said IIb frantically. 'I know how it is, I had this verruca once, nothing would shift it.'
Teppic foil works just as well.'
'Couldn't you use something cheaper? Like steel?' Ptaclusp sneered. It hadn't been a good day, sanity was a distant memory, but there were certain facts he knew for a fact.
'Wouldn't last for more than a year or two,' he said. 'What with the dew and so forth. You'd lose the point. Wouldn't last more than two or three hundred times.'hunkered down by the cracked stone. 'This thing,' he said. 'What's the significance? I mean, it's coated with metal. Why?' 'There's got to be a sharp point for the flare,' said IIb. 'Is that all? This is gold, isn't it?' 'It's electrum. Gold and silver alloy. The capstone has got to be made of electrum.' Teppic peeled back the foil. 'This isn't all metal,' he said mildly. 'Yes. Well,' said Ptaclusp. 'We found, er, that
Teppic leaned his head against the pyramid. It was cold, and it