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patiently behind Rincewind and making no attempt to shake them off. Perhaps it was sickening for something, he thought, all this sand and heat. As for the wind ...
Ankh-Morpork had its famous smell, so full of personality that it could reduce a strong man to tears. But Al Khali had its wind, blowing from the vastness of the deserts and continents nearer the rim. It was a gentle breeze, but it didn't stop and eventually it had the same effect on visitors that a cheesegrater achieves on a tomato. After a while it seemed to have worn away your skin and was rasping directly across the nerves.
To Conina's sensitive nostrils it carried aromatic messages from the heart of the continent, compounded of the chill of deserts, the stink of lions, the compost of jungles and the flatulence of wildebeest.and brightened up a bit.'How many people are there on this continent, do you think?' he said.'I don't know,' said Conina, without turning round. 'Millions, I expect?''If I were wise, I wouldn't be here,' said Rincewind, with feeling.They had been in Al Khali, gateway to the whole mysterious continent of Klatch, for several hours. He was beginning to suffer.A decent city should have a bit of fog about it, he considered, and people should live indoors, not spend all their time out on the streets. There shouldn't be