John Constable The White Horse

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greasy little steps which might not even still be there, you can forget it,' said Rincewind sharply.
'There is an alternative, then.'
'Out with it, man.'
'You could drop five hundred feet down a pitch black tower and hit stones which certainly are there,' said Twoflower.
Dead . 'I can feel mine.'
The leading torch stopped its climb and a voice rang out, filling the hollow tower with indecipherable echoes.
'I think,' said Twoflower, aware that he was gradually sliding further over the hole, 'that was someone telling us to hold on.'silence came from below him. Then Rincewind said, accusingly, 'That was sarcasm.''I thought it was just stating the obvious.'Rincewind grunted.'I suppose you couldn't do some magic—' Twoflower began.'No.''Just a thought.'There was a flare of light far below, and a confused shouting, and then more lights, more shouting, and a line f torches starting up the long spiral.'There's some people coming up the stairs,' said Twoflower, always keen to inform.'I hope they're running,' said Rincewind. 'I can't feel my arm.''You're lucky,' said Twoflower