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'But it has great power.'
'Er. You can hold things up with it. If you had another one, you’d have a brick.' Rincewind spoke slowly. He was ?’ said Coin.
Rincewind stared into Coin's golden eyes, and then at his sock. He had pulled it on and off several times a year for years. It had darns he'd grown to know and lo-well, know. Some of them had whole families of darns of their own. There were a number of descriptions that could be applied to the sock, but slayer-of-cities wasn't among them.
'Not really,' he said at last. 'It sort of kills people but leaves buildings standing.'
Rincewind's mind was operating at the speed of conti­nental drift. Parts of it were telling him assimilating the situation by a kind of awful osmosis, and watching the staff turn ominously in the boy's hand.'So. It is a brick of ordinariness, within a sock. The whole becoming a weapon.''Um. Yes.''How does it work?''Um. You swing it, and then you. Hit something with it. Or sometimes the back of your hand, sometimes.''And then perhaps it destroys a whole city