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But this street was deathly quiet, that particularly unpleasant quiet that comes when hundreds of frightened and angry The crowd was facing a crude platform that had been built in the centre of the wide street. A big banner had been draped across the front of it.
'I always heard that Blind Io can see everything that happens everywhere,' said Bethan quietly. 'Why hasn't —'
'Quiet!' said the man beside them. 'Dahoney speaks!'
A figure had stepped up on the platform, a tall thin man with hair like a dandelion. There was no cheer from the crowd, just a collective sigh. He began to speak.
Rincewind listened in mounting horror. Where were the gods? said the man. They had gone. Perhaps they had never been. Who, actually, could remember seeing them? And nowpeople are standing very still.A man at the edge of the crowd turned around and scowled at the newcomers. He had a red star painted on his forehead.'What's—' Rincewind began, and stopped as his voice seemed far too loud, 'what's this?''You're strangers?' said the man.'Actually we know one another quite—' Twoflower egan, and fell silent. Bethan pointed up the street.Every temple had a star painted on it. There was a particularly big one daubed across the stone eye outside the temple of Blind Io, leader of the gods.'Urgh,' said Rincewind. 'Io is going to be really pissed when he sees that. I don't think we ought to hang around here, friends.'