Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Yarnwinder

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the wizards were wazards.

'War?'
'Wazzat?''The Apos ... the Apostrophe,' said War, vaguely.
They shook their heads. There was a lengthy pause.
'What does "apocrustic" mean?' said Pestilence, gazing intently into some inner world.
'Astringent,' said War, 'I think.'
'It's not that, then?''Wasn't there,' Pestilence groped for his glass, 'something?''Wazzat?''We ought to be ... there's something we ought to be doing,' said Famine.'S'right. Got an appointment.''The-’ Pestilence gazed reflectively into his drink. 'Thingy.'They stared gloomily at the bar counter. The innkeeper had long ago fled. There were several bottles still unopened.'Okra,' said Famine, eventually. 'That was it.''Nah.'