‘It was around here somewhere,’ said Thought. ‘That’s what you said last time,’ said Memory. His pinions were aching, and he hadn’t eaten for sixteen hours. During that time, he and his colleague had been round the world twenty-four times. Anything the sun could do, it seemed, they could do better. ‘All right, then,’ said Thought, ‘don’t believe me, see if I care. But he’s down there somewhere, I know he is. I definitely heard the Ring calling.’ ‘That was probably Radio Bristol,’ said Memory. Exhaustion had made him short-tempered. They flew on in silence, completing a circuit of the counties of Somerset, Avon and Devon. Finally, they could go no further, and swooped down onto the roof of a thatched barn just outside Dulverton. ‘How come you can hear the Ring, anyway?’ said Memory. ‘I can’t.’ ‘Nor me, usually. It just sort of happens, once in a while. But it never lasts long enough for me to get an exact fix on it.’ A foolhardy bat fluttered towards them, curious to know who these strangers might be.
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