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Lucas and one of the other footmenentered with the tea-tray. It was very large and ornate; the sort ofmirror, in fact, that is made on the island of Murano in the Venetian Lagoon. Above them the thunder roared andthe rain came down in torrents. Other Worlds - longthought to be a notion of a shepherd's counting rhyme -wasin fact a somewhat garbled ve