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course."
"And you're not letting me go?" It was a statement.
Druellae shook her head. "You hurt the Tree. But you are lucky. Your friend is going to meet Bel-Shamharoth. You will only die."
From behind two come from?"


There was a vast empty space like a hall, its roof lost in the golden haze. The endless stair ran right through it.
Several hundred dryads were clustered at the other end of the hall. They parted respectfully when Druellae approached, and stared through Rincewind as he was propelled hands gripped his shoulders in much the same way that an old tree root coils relentlessly around a pebble."With a certain amount of ceremony, of course," the dryad went on. "After the Sender of Eight has finished with your friend."All Rincewind could manage to say was, "You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree."One of the giants grinned at him.Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns