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"Not what one expects, is it, Jeeves?"

"Indeed, sir."

"Not in the safari pamphlet, as it were."

"Indeed not, sir." There was a distinct soupy tone.

"You don't speak the local stuff by chance, do you, Jeeves?"

"I'm afraid not, sir."

I shifted uncomfortably against the tight ropes and there was a metal clang as my foot bumped the side of the man-sized pot. "Never thought to be in the literal soup, Jeeves."

"It seemed unlikely, sir."

"Surrounded by spears."

"Indeed, sir."

"Got a plan forming in that fish-fed brain, by chance?"

"I am sure something will occur directly, sir."