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geometry, or one of those things. How do you think we can get back?'
'I don't want to go back. Why should I want to go back? It's the crocodiles for me. I'm not going back, not just for crocodiles.'
'Umcrocodiles?'
'Yes! I mean, no.' Teppic hesitated. 'I mean, the king did. I didn't. In a way. Anyway, I was the one who rescued you,' he added gallantly.
'There you are, then. Anyway, if you were the king, you'd be a god, too. You aren't acting very god-like at the moment.'
'Yes? Well. Er.' Teppic hesitated again. Ptraci's literal mindedness meant that innocent . Perhaps I could pardon you, or something,' said Teppic. 'Oh yes,' said Ptraci, looking at her nails. 'You said you were the king, didn't you.' 'I am the king! That's my kingdom over-' Teppic hesitated, not knowing in which direction to point his finger - 'somewhere. I'm king of it.' 'You don't look like the king,' said Ptraci. 'Why not?' 'He had a golden mask on.' 'That was me!' 'So you ordered me thrown to the
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