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was a store of magic in the area.
"It's potent," he said. "Very potent." He raised his hands to his temples.
"It's getting bloody cold," said Granny. The insistent rain had turned to snow.
There was a sudden change in the world. The boat stopped, not with a jar, but as if the sea had suddenly decided to on?"
They wandered across the frozen waves, with Cutangle stopping occasionally to try and sense the exact location of the staff. His robes were freezing on him. His teeth chattered.
"Aren't you cold?" he said to Granny, whose dress fairly crackled as she walked.become solid. Granny looked over the side. The sea had become solid. The sound of the waves was coming from a long way away and getting further away all the time. She leaned over the side of the boat and tapped on the water. "Ice," she said. The boat was motionless in an ocean of ice. It creaked ominously. Cutangle nodded slowly. "It makes sense," he said. "If they are . . . where we think they are, then it's very cold. As cold as the night between the stars, it is said. So the staff feels it too." "Right," said Granny, and stepped out of the boat. "All we have to do is find the middle of the ice and there's the staff, right?" "I knew you were going to say that. Can I at least put my boots