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wouldn't want to know," said Rincewind
"Pay attention, please. Where's the foreigner?"
"Not here. They’ve got him at Broadman's place."
"Everyone's was listening intently, his little black eyes glittering. From the other end of the table Ymor watched with mild amusement, occasionally feeding one of his ravens with scraps from his plate. Beside him Withel paced up and down.
"You fret too much," said Ymor, without taking his eyes from the two men opposite him. "I can feel it, Stren. Who would dare attack us here? And the gutter wizard will looking for him! You're Rincewind aren't you? The box - the box that bites people ononono... pleasssse..."Rincewind had gone. The guard felt the unseen leg-gripper release his - or, as he was beginning to fear, it’s - hold. Then, as he tried to pull himself to his feet, something big and heavy and square cannoned into him out of the dark and plunged off after the wizard. Something with hundreds of tiny feet. With only his phrase book to help him Twoflower was trying to explain the mysteries of in-sour-ants to Broadman. The fat innkeeper
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