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hundred miles that way. Maybe less, even. Yeah. We could really do it.’
‘Yes, boss.’
‘Y’know, I’ve always wanted to do something big with my life. Something real,’ said Azhural. ‘I mean, an ostrich here, a giraffe there . . . it’s not the sort of thing you get remembered for . . . ‘ He stared at the purple-‘A thousand elephants,’ he muttered. ‘D’you know, boy, when they built the Tomb of King Leonid of Ephebe they used a hundred elephants to cart the stone? And two hundred elephants, history tells us, were employed in the building of the palace of the Rhoxie in Klatch city.’
Thunder rumbled in the distance. grey horizon. ‘We could do it, couldn’t we?’ he said. ‘Sure, boss.’ ‘Right over the mountains!’ ‘Sure, boss.’ If you looked really hard, you could just see that the purple-grey was topped with white. ‘They’re pretty high mountains,’ said Azhural, his voice now edged with doubt. ‘Slope go up, slope go down,’ said M’Bu gnomically. ‘That’s true,’ said Azhural. ‘Like, on average, it’s flat all the way.’ He gazed at the mountains again.