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Ichlos looked at the sands stretching away. He knew instinctively what he had to do. He was far less sophisticated than General Fri'it, and took more notice of songs he'd learned in his childhood. Besides, he had an advantage. He'd had even less religion than the general.
JUDGEMENT IS AT THE END OF THE DESERT.
Ichlos tried to smile.
"My mum told me about this," he said. "When you're dead, you have to walk a desert. And you see everything properly, she said. And remember everything right."
Death studiously did nothing to indicate his feelings either way.
"Might twenty?"
"Always wanted to do that," murmured Didactylos happily. "Upholding truth in the face of tyranny and so on. Hah! One man, unafraid of the-”
"What to take? What to take?" shouted Urn.
"We don't need Grido's Mechanics," said Didactylos. "Hey, I wish I could have seen the look on his face! Damn good shot, considering. I just hope someone wrote down what I-”
"Principles of gearing! Theory of water expansion!" shouted Urn. "But we don't need Ibid's Civics or Gnomon's Ectopia, that's for sure-”meet a few friends on the way, eh?" said the soldier.POSSIBLY.Ichlos set out. On the whole, he thought, it could have been worse. Urn clambered across the shelves like a monkey, pulling books out of their racks and throwing them down to the floor."I can carry about twenty," he said. "But which