wishes from your great-great-great-great uncle, although I don't suppose you remember me. Coming up.
Other ancestors were climbing on past Teppic as he rose from hand to hand. Ancient fingers with a grip like steel clutched again, you said. Now come on!'
Teppic scrambled to the top of the pyramid, supported by the last two ancestors. One of them was his father.
'I don't think you've met your great-grandma,' he said, indicating the shorter bandaged figure, who nodded gently at Teppic. He opened his mouth.at him, hoisting him onwards. The pyramid grew narrower. Down below, Ptaclusp watched thoughtfully. 'What a workforce,' he said. 'I mean, the ones at the bottom are supporting the whole weight!' 'Dad,' said IIb. 'I think we'd better run. Those gods are getting closer.' 'Do you think we could employ them?' said Ptaclusp, ignoring him. 'They're dead, they probably won't want high wages, and-' 'Dad!' 'Sort of self-build-' 'You said no more pyramids, dad. Never
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