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'Llicence?' said Imp.
'Very hot on licences, the Guild of Musicians,' said Nobby. 'They catch you playing music without a licence, they take your instrument and they shove–’
'Now, now,' said were very law‑abiding.
‘I shallll go there directlly,' he said.
The guards watched him go.
'He's wearing a nightdress,' said Corporal Nobbs.
‘Bardic robe, Nobby,' said Sergeant Colon. The guards strolled onwards. 'Very bardic, the Llamedese.'
'How long d'you give him, sarge?'the other watchman. 'Don't go scaring the boy.''Let's just say it's not much fun if you're a piccolo player,' said Nobby.'But surelly music is as free as the air and the sky, see,' said Imp.'Not round here it's not. Just a word to the wise, friend,' said Nobby.'I never ever heard of a Guilld of Musicians,' said Imp.'It's in Tin Lid Alley,' said Nobby. 'You want to be a musician, you got to join the Guild.'Imp had been brought up to obey the rules. The Llamedese