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'You've set a tracker?'
'In a manner of speaking.'
'A hero?' Wert managed to pack a lot of meaning into the one word. In such a tone of voice, in another universe, would a Southerner say 'damnyankee'.
The wizards looked at Trymon, open-mouthed.
'Yes,' he said calmly.
'On whose authority?' demanded Wert. Trymon turned his grey eyes on him.
'Mine. I needed no other.'
'It's – it's highly irregular! Since when have wizards needed to hire heroes to do their work for them?'
'Ever since wizards found their magic wouldn't work,' said Trymon.
'A reply, that's a pretty good allegation coming from a bunch of wimpsoes who won't go near a woman on account, can you believe it, of their mystical power being sort of drained out. Right, say the wizards, that just about does it, you and your leather posing pouches. Oh yeah, say the heroes, why don't you . . .
And so on. This sort of thing has been going on for centuries, temporary setback, nothing more.'Trymon shrugged. 'Maybe,' he said, 'but we haven't the time to find out. Prove me wrong. Find Rincewind by scrying or talking to birds. But as for me, I know I'm meant to be wise. And wise men do what the times demand.'It is a well known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots who can't walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses. Oh, say the wizards, if we're going to be like that, then, what about all those studded collars and oiled muscles down at the Young Men's Pagan Association? To which the heroes