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Would he deliver to apes earlier than humans?
Interesting point, sir. Possibly youre referring to my theory that humans may have in fact descended from apes, of course, said Ponder. A bold hypothesis which ought to sweep away the ignorance of centuries if the grants committee could just see their way clear to letting me hire a boat and sail around to the islands of ---
I just thought he might deliver alphabetically, said Ridcully. There was a patter of soot in the cold fireplace. 21 It had been Ma Lilywhites dying wish, although she hadnt known it at the time. Her last words to her son were You try and get to the horses, Ill try to hold em off on the stairs, and if anything happens to me, take care of the dummy!
Thats presumably him now, do you think? Ridcully went on. Oh, well, I thought we should check--- Something landed in the ashes. The two wizards stood quietly in the darkness while the figure picked itself up. There was a rustle of paper. LET ME SEE NOW There was a click as Ridcullys pipe fell out of his mouth. Who the hell are you? he said. Mr Stibbons, light a candle! Death backed away. IM THE HOGFATHER, OF COURSE. ER. HO. HO. HO. WHO WOULD YOU EXPECT TO COME DOWN A CHIMNEY ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS, MAY I ASK? No, youre not! I AM. LOOK, IVE GOT THE BEARD AND THE PILLOW AND EVERYTHING! You look extremely thin in the face! IM. . . I. . . IM NOT WELL. ITS ALL. . . YES, ITS ALL THIS SHERRY. AND RUSHING AROUND. I AM A BIT ILL. Terminally, I should say. Ridcully grabbed the beard. There was a twang as the string gave way. Its a false beard! NO ITS NOT, said Death desperately. Heres the hooks for the ears, which must have given you a bit of trouble, I must say! Ridcully flourished the incriminating evidence. What were you doing coming down the chimney? he continued. Not in marvellous taste, I think. Death waved a small grubby scrap of paper defensively. OFFICIAL LETTER TO THE HOGFATHER. SAYS HERE. . . he began, and then looked at the paper again. WELL, QUITE A LOT, IN FACT. ITS A LONG LIST. LIBRARY STAMPS, REFERENCE BOOKS, PENCILS, BANANAS. . . The Librarian asked the Hogfather for those things? said Ridcully. Why? I DONT KNOW, said Death. This was a diplomatic answer. He kept his finger over a reference to the Archchancellor. The orang-utan for ducks bottom was quite an interesting squiggle. Ive got plenty in my desk drawer, mused Ridcully. Im quite happy to give them out to any chap provided he can prove hes used up the old one. THEY MUST SHOW YOU AN ABSENCE OF PENCIL? Of course. If he needed essential materials he need only have come to me. No man can tell you Im an unreasonable chap. Death checked the list carefully. THAT IS PRECISELY CORRECT, he confirmed, with anthropological exactitude. Except for the bananas, of course. I wouldnt keep fish in my desk. Death looked down at the list and then back up at Ridcully. GOOD? he said, in the hope that this was the right response. Wizards know when they are going to die. 22 Ridcully had no such premonitions, and to Ponders horror prodded Death in the cushion. Why you? he said. Whats happened to the other fellow? I SUPPOSE I MUST TELL YOU. In the house of Death, a whisper of shifting sand and the faintest chink of moving glass, somewhere in the darkness of the floor. . . And, in the dry shadows, the sharp smell of snow and a thud of hooves. 22 They generally know in time to have their best robe cleaned, do some serious damage to the wine cellar and have a really good last meal. Its a nicer version of Death Row, with the bonus of no lawyers.
Sideney almost swallowed his tongue when Teatime appeared beside him. Are we making progress?
Gnk-
Im sorry? said Teatime. Sideney recovered himself. Er. . . some, he said. We think weve worked out. . . er. . . one lock. Light gleamed off Teatimes eye. I believe there are seven of them? said the Assassin. Yes, but. . . theyre half magic and half real and half not there. . . I mean. . . theres parts of them that dont exist all the time- Mr Brown, who had been working at one of the locks, laid down his pick.
ts no good, mister, he said. Cant even get a purchase with a crowbar. Maybe if I went back to the city and got a couple of dragons we could do something. You can melt through steel with them if you twist their necks right and feed em carbon.
I was told you were the best locksmith in the city, said Teatime. Behind him, Banjo shifted position. Mr Brown looked annoyed. . . Well, yes, he said. But locks dont generally alter emselves while youre working on em, thats what Im saying.
And I thought you could open any lock anyone ever made, said Teatime. Made by humans, said Mr Brown sharply. And most dwarfs. I dunno what made these. You never said anything about magic.
Thats a shame, said Teatime. Then really I have no more need of your services. You may as well go back home.
I wont be sorry. Mr Brown started putting things back into his tool bag. What about my money?
Do I owe you any?
I came along with you. I dont see its my fault that this is all magic business. I should get something.
Ah, yes, I see your point, said Teatime. Of course, you should get what you deserve. Banjo? Banjo lumbered forward, and then stopped. Mr Browns hand had come out of the bag holding a crowbar. You must think I was born yesterday, you slimy little bugger, he said. I know your type. You think its all some kind of game. You make little jokes to yourself and you think no one else notices and you think youre so smart. Well, Mr Teacup, Im leaving, right? Right now. With whats coming to me. And you aint stopping me. And Banjo certainly aint. I knew old Ma Lilywhite back in the good old days. You think youre nasty? You think youre mean? Ma Lilywhited tear your ears off and spit em in your eye, you cocky little devil. And I worked with her, so you dont scare me and nor does little Banjo, poor sod that he is. Mr Brown glared at each of them in turn, flourishing the crowbar. Sideney cowered in front of the doors. He saw Teatime nod gracefully, as if the man had made a small speech of thanks. I appreciate your point of view, said Teatime. And, I have to repeat, its Teh-ah-tim-eh. Now, please, Banjo. Banjo loomed over Mr Brown, reached down and lifted him up by the crowbar so sharply that his feet came out of his boots. Here, you know me, Banjo! the locksmith croaked, struggling in mid-air. I remembers you when you was little, I used to sit you on my knees, I often used to work for your ma-
Dyou like apples? Banjo rumbled.
Brown struggled. You got to say yes, Banjo said. Yes!
DYou like pears? You got to say yes.
All right, yes!
Dyou like falling down the stairs? Medium Dave held up his hands for quiet. He glared at the gang. This place is getting to you, right? But weve all been in bad places before, right?
Not this bad, said Chickenwire. Ive never been anywhere where it hurts to look at the sky. It give me the creeps.
Chicks a little baby, nyer nyer nyer, sang Careers. They looked at him. He coughed nervously. Sorry. . . dont know why I said that. . If we stick together well be fine-
Teeny meeny minty me. . . mumbled Catseye. What? What are you talking about?
Sorry. . . it just sort of slipped out. . .
What Im trying to say, said Medium Dave, is that if--
Peachy keeps making faces at me!
I didnt!
Liar, liar, pants on fire! Two things happened at this point. Medium Dave lost his temper, and Peachy screamed. A small wisp of smoke was rising from his trousers. He hopped around, beating desperately at himself. Who did that? Who did that? demanded Medium Dave. I didnt see anyone, said Chickenwire. I mean, no one was near him. Catseye said “pants on fire” and next minute-
Now hes sucking his thumb! Catseye jeered. Nyer nyer nyer! Crying for Mummy! You know what happens to kids who suck their thumbs, theres this big monster with scissors all---
Will you stop talking like that! shouted Medium Dave. Blimey, it is like dealing with a bunch of- Someone screamed, high above. It went on for a while and seemed to be getting nearer, but then it stopped and was replaced by a rush of thumping and an occasional sound like a coconut being bounced on a stone floor. Medium Dave got to the door just in time to see the body of Mr Brown the locksmith tumble past, moving quite fast and not at all neatly. A moment later his bag somersaulted around the curve of the stairs. It split as it bounced and there
was a jangle as tools and lockpicks bounced out and followed their late owner. Hed been moving quite fast. Hed probably roll all the way to the bottom. Medium Dave looked up. Two turns above him, on the opposite side of the huge shaft, Banjo was watching him. Banjo didnt know right from wrong. Hed always left that sort of thing to his brother. Er. . . poor guy mustve slipped, Medium Dave mumbled. Oh, yeah. . . slipped, said Peachy. He looked up, too. It was funny. He hadnt noticed them before. The white tower had seemed to glow from within. But now there were shadows, moving across the stone. In the stone. What was that? he said. That sound. . .
What sound?
It sounded. . . like knives scraping, said Peachy. Really close.
Theres only us here! said Medium Dave. Whatre you afraid of? Attack by daisies? Come on. . . lets go and help him. . . She couldnt walk through the door. It simply resisted any such effort. She ended up merely bruised. So Susan turned the doorknob instead. She heard the oh god gasp. But she was used to the idea of buildings that were bigger on the inside. Her grandfather had never been able to get a handle on dimensions. The second thing the eye was drawn to were the staircases. They started opposite one another in what was now a big round tower, its ceiling lost in the haze. The spirals circled into infinity. Susans eyes went back to the first thing. It was a large conical heap in the middle of the floor. It was white. It glistened in the cool light that shone down from the mists. Its teeth, she said. I think Im going to throw up, said the oh god miserably. Theres nothing that scary about teeth, said Susan. She didnt mean it. The heap was very horrible indeed. Did I say I was scared? Im just hung over again. . . Oh, me. . . Susan advanced on the heap, moving warily. They were small teeth. Childrens teeth. Whoever had piled them up hadnt been very careful about it, either. A few had been scattered across the floor. She knew because she trod on one, and the slippery little crunching sound made her desperate not to tread on any more. Whoever had piled them up had presumably been the one whod drawn the chalk marks around the obscene heap. Therere so many, whispered Bilious. At least twenty million, given the size of the average milk tooth, said Susan. She was shocked to find that it came almost automatically. How can you possibly know that?
Volume of a cone, said Susan. Pi times the square of the radius times the height divided by three. I bet Miss Butts never thought itd come in handy in a place like this.
Thats amazing. You did it in your head?
This isnt right, said Susan quietly. I dont think this is what the Tooth Fairy is all about. All that effort to get the teeth, and then just to dump them like this? No. Anyway, theres a cigarette end on the floor. I dont see the Tooth Fairy as someone who rolls her own. She stared down at the chalk marks. Voices high above her made her look up. She thought she saw a head look over the stair rail, and then draw back again. She didnt see much of the face, but what she saw didnt look fairylike. She glanced back at the circle of chalk around the teeth. Someone had wanted all the teeth in one place and had drawn a circle to show people where they had to go. There were a few symbols scrawled around the circle. She had a good memory for small details. It was another family trait. And a small detail stirred in her memory like a sleepy bee. Oh, no, she breathed. Surely no one would try to- Someone shouted, someone up in the whiteness. A body rolled down the stairs nearest her. It had been a skinny, middle-aged man. Technically it still was, but the long spiral staircase had not been kind. It tumbled across the white marble and slid to a boneless halt.