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'What? In his head?''Um. No. In the fabric of the Universe,' said Wert. 'He might think he can control it by himself, but —'They felt the sound before they heard it. It started off in the stones as a slow vibration, then rose suddenly to a knife-edge whine that bypassed the eardrums and bored straight into the brain. It sounded like a human voice singing, or chanting, or screamfng, but there were deeper and more horrible pink crescent where it caught the light of the star.
But in front of everything the top of the Tower of Art was an incandescent fury. Shapes could be dimly glimpsed within it, but there was nothing reassuring about them. The sound had changed now to the wasplike buzzing, magnified a million times.
Some of the wizards sank to their knees.
'He's done it,' said Wert, shaking his head. 'He's opened a pathway.'
'Are those things demons?' said Twoflower.
'Oh, demons,' said Wert. 'Demons would be harmonics.The wizards went pale. Then, as one man, they turned and ran up the steps.There were crowds outside the building. Some people were holding torches, others had stopped in the act of piling kindling around the walls. But everyone was staring up at the Tower of Art.The wizards pushed their way through the unheeding bodies, and turned to look up.The sky was full of moons. Each one was three times bigger