Fredericks shot him a look, but Orlandoignored him. A few silent steps and they had reached another archway, thisone mostly hidden by a tapestry from the basilica floor. The flickering glow revealed a row of dark openings in an ancient stonewall, with no sign of which to choose. There was, Yacoubian noted with satisfaction, a certain unease in the air.
With an immense, booming _clang,_ as though an immense hammer had struck an appropriatelysized anvil, the floor all around his throne abruptly fell away beneath the tiktoks. Once more, the sky was just the sky, the river was only themurmuring river. Oh, for God's sake, you sound like a couple of Tasmanian washerwomen. My uncle used to sing it.
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