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onwards. They would cease to have existed at all, because of the multidirectional collapse of the thaumic field. But since we  are  here, sir, we must be living in a universe where things did not go wrong.'
    'Ah, I know this one,' said Ridcully. 'This is because of quantum, isn't it? And there's some usses in some universe next door where it  did  go wrong, and the poor devils got blown up?'
    'Yes, sir Or, rather, no. They didn't get blown up because the device the other Ponder Stibbons would have built would have gone wrong, and so ... he didn't exist not to build it. That's the theory, anyway.'
    'I'm glad that's sorted out, then,' said the Senior Wrangler briskly. 'We're here because we're here. And since we're here, we might as well be warm.'
    'Then we seem to be in agreement,' said Ridcully. 'Mr Stibbons, you may start this infernal engine.' He nodded towards the red lever on the plinth.
    'I was rather assuming you would do the honours, Archchancellor,' said Ponder, bowing. 'All you need to do is pull the lever. That will, ahem, release the interlock, allowing the flux to enter the exchanger, where a simple octiron reaction will turn the magic into heat and warm up the water in the boiler.'
    'So it really  is  just a big kettle?' said the Dean.
    'In a manner of speaking, yes,' said Ponder, trying to keep his face straight.
    Ridcully grasped the lever.
    'Perhaps you would care to say a few words, sir?' said Ponder.
    'Yes.' Ridcully looked thoughtful for a moment, and then brightened up. 'Let's get this over quickly, and have lunch.'
    There was a smattering of applause. He pulled the lever. The hand on a dial on the wall moved off zero.
    'Well, we're not blown up after all,' said the Senior Wrangler. 'What are the numbers on the wall for, Stibbons?'
    'Oh, er ... they're ... they're to tell you what number it's got to,' said Ponder.
    'Oh. I see.' The Senior Wrangler grasped the lapels of his robe. 'Duck with green peas today, gentlemen, I believe,' he said, in a far more interested tone of voice. 'Well done, Mr Stibbons.'
    The wizards ambled off in the apparently slow yet deceptively fast way of wizards heading towards food.
    Ponder breathed a sigh of relief, which turned into a gulp when he realized that the Archchancellor had not, in fact, left but was inspecting the engine quite closely.
    'Er ... is there anything else I can tell you, sir?' he said, hurriedly.
    'When did you  really  start it, Mister Stibbons?'
    'Sir?'
    'Every single word in the sentence was quite short and easy to understand. Was there something wrong about the way I assembled them?'
    'I ... we ... it was started just after breakfast, sir,' said Ponder meekly. 'The needle on the dial was just turned by Mr Turnipseed by means of a string, sir'
    'Did it blow up at all when you started it up?'
    'No sir! You'd ... well, you'd have  known,  sir!'
    'I thought you said back there that we wouldn't have known, Stibbons.'
    'Well, no, I mean...’
    'I know you, Stibbons,' said Ridcully. 'And you would  never  test something out publicly before trying it to see if it worked. No one wants egg all over their face, do they?'
    Ponder reflected that egg on the face is only of minor concern when the face is part of a cloud of particles expanding outwards at an appreciable fraction of the speed of dark. *
    Ridcully slammed his hand against the black panels of the engine, causing Ponder visibly to leave the ground.
    'Warm already,' he said. 'You all right up there, Bursar?'
    The Bursar nodded happily.
    'Good man. Well done, Mister Stibbons. Let's have lunch.'
    After a while, when the footsteps had died away, it dawned on the Bursar that he was, as it were, holding the short end of the string.
    The Bursar was not, as many thought, insane. On the contrary, he was a man with both feet firmly on the ground, the only difficulty being that the ground in question was on some other planet, the one with the fluffy pink clouds and the happy little bunnies. He did not mind