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Lord Hong hardly glanced at him. He prodded the air again, unwilling to believe his own senses. Excuse me, Lord Hong, said the apparition, but do you by any chance remember Bes Pelargic? About six years ago? I think you were quarrelling with Lord Tang? There was something of a skirmish. A few streets destroyed. Nothing vary major. Lord Hong blinked. How dare you address me! he managed. It doesnt really matter, said Twoflower. But its just that Id have liked you to have remembered. I got . . . quite angry about it. Er. I want to fight you.
You want to fight me? Do you know who you are talking to? Have you any idea?
Er. Yes. Oh, yes, said Twoflower. Lord Hongs attention finally focused. It had not been a good day. You foolish, stupid little man! You dont even have a sword!
Oi! Four-eyes! They both turned. Cohen threw his sword. Two-flower caught it clumsily and was almost knocked over by the weight. Why did you do that? said Mr Saveloy. Man wants to be a hero. Thats fine by me, said Cohen. Hell be slaughtered!
Might do. Might do. Might do. He might do that, certainly, Cohen conceded. Thats not up to me.
Father! Lotus Blossom grabbed Twoflowers arm. He will kill you! Come away!
No. Butterfly took her fathers other arm. No good purpose will be served, she said. Come on. We can find a better time—
He killed your mother, said Twoflower flatly.
His soldiers did.
That makes it worse. He didnt even know. Please get back, both of you.
Look, Father—
If you dont both do what youre told I shall get angry. Lord Hong drew his long sword. The blade gleamed. Do you know anything about fighting, clerk?
No, not really, said Twoflower. But the important thing is that someone should stand up to you. Whatever happens to them afterwards. The Horde were watching with considerable interest. Hardened as they were, they had a soft spot for pointless bravery. Yes, said Lord Hong, looking around at the silent crowd. Let everyone see what happens. He raised his sword. The air crackled. The Barking Dog dropped on to the flagstones in front of him. It was very hot. Its string was alight. There was a brief sizzle. Then the world went white. After some time, Twoflower picked himself up. He seemed to be the first one upright; those people who hadnt flung themselves to the ground had fled. All that remained of Lord Hong was one shoe, which was smouldering. But there was a smoking trail all the way up the steps behind it. Staggering a little, Twoflower followed the trail. A wheelchair was on its side, one wheel spinning. He peered over it. You all right, Mr Hamish?
Whut?
Good.
The rest of the Horde were crouched in a circle at the top of the steps. Smoke billowed around them. In its continuing passage, the ball had set fire to part of the palace. Can you hear me, Teach? Cohen was saying.
Course he cant hear you! How can he hear you, looking like that? said Truckle. He could still be alive, said Cohen defiantly. He is dead, Cohen. Really, really dead. Alive people have more body.
But youre all alive? said Twoflower. I saw it bark straight at you!
We got out of the way, said Boy Willie. Were good at getting out of the way.
Poor ole Teach didnt have our experience of not dyin, said Caleb. Cohen stood up. Wheres Hong? he said grimly. Im going to—
Hes dead too, Mr Cohen, said Twoflower. Cohen nodded, as if this was all perfectly normal. We owe it to ole Teach, he said. He was a good sort, Truckle conceded. Funny ideas about swearing, mind you.
He had brains. He cared about stuff! And he might not have lived like a barbarian, but hes bloody well going to be buried like one, all right?
In a longship, set on fire, suggested Boy Willie. My word, said Mr Saveloy. In a big pit, on top of the bodies of his enemies, suggested Caleb. Good heavens, all of 4B? said Mr Saveloy. In a burial mound, suggested Vincent. Really, I wouldnt put you to the trouble, said Mr Saveloy. In a longship set on fire, on top of a heap of the bodies of his enemies, under a burial mound, said Cohen flatly. Nothings too good for ole Teach.
But I assure you, I feel fine, said Mr Saveloy. Really, I - er . . . Oh . . . RONALD SAVELOY?
Mr Saveloy turned. Ah, he said. Yes. I see. IF YOU WOULD CARE TO STEP THIS WAY? The palace and the Horde froze and faded gently, like a dream. Its funny, said Mr Saveloy, as he followed Death. I didnt expect it to be this way. FEW PEOPLE EVER EXPECT IT TO BE ANY WAY. Gritty black sand crunched under what Mr Saveloy supposed he should still call his feet. Where is this? THE DESERT. It was brilliantly lit, and yet the sky was midnight-black. He stared at the horizon. How big is it? FOR SOME, VERY BIG. FOR LORD HONG, FOR INSTANCE, IT CONTAINS A LOT OF IMPATIENT GHOSTS. I thought Lord Hong didnt believe in ghosts. HE MAY DO SO NOW. A LOT OF GHOSTS BELIEVE IN LORD HONG. Oh. Er. What happens now?
Come on, come on, havent got all day! Step lively, man! Mr Saveloy turned around and looked up at the woman on the horse. It was a big horse but, then, it was a big woman. She had plaits, a hat with horns on it, and a breastplate that must have been a weeks work for an experienced panelbeater. She gave him a look that was not unkind but had impatience in every line. Im sorry? he said. Says here Ronald Saveloy, she said. The what?
The what?
Everyone I pick up, said the woman, leaning down, is called “Someone the Something”. What the are you?
Im sorry, I—
Ill put you down as Ronald the Apologetic, then. Come on, hop up, theres a war on, got to be going.
Where to?
Says here quaffing, carousing, throwing axes at young womens hair?
Ah, er, I think perhaps theres been a bit of a—
Look, old chap, are you coming or what? Mr Saveloy looked around at the black desert. He was totally alone. Death had gone about his essential business. He let her pull him up behind her. Have they got a library, perhaps? he asked hopefully, as the horse rose into the dark sky. Dont know. No-ones ever asked.
Evening classes, perhaps. I could start evening classes?
What in?
Um. Anything, really. Table manners, perhaps. Is that allowed?
I suppose so. I dont think anyones ever asked that, either. The Valkyrie turned in the saddle. You sure youre coming to the right afterlife? Mr Saveloy considered the possibilities. On the whole, he said, I think its worth a try. The crowd in the square were getting to their feet. They looked at all that remained of Lord Hong, and at the Horde. Butterfly and Lotus Blossom joined their father. Butterfly ran her hand over the cannon, looking for the trick. You see, said Twoflower, a little indistinctly because he couldnt quite hear the sound of his own voice yet, I told you he was the Great Wizard. Butterfly tapped him on the shoulder. What about those? she said. A small procession was picking its way through the square. In front, Twoflower recognized, was something hed once owned.
It was a very cheap one, he said, to no-one in particular. I always thought there was something a little warped about it, to tell you the truth. It was followed by a slightly larger Luggage. And then, in descending order of size, four little chests, the smallest being about the size of a ladys handbag. As it passed a prone Hunghungese whod been too stunned to flee, it paused to kick him in the ear before hurrying after the others. Twoflower looked at his daughters. Can they do that? he said. Make new ones? I thought it needed carpenters.
I suppose it learned many things in Ankh-More-Pork, said Butterfly. The Luggages clustered together in front of the steps. Then the Luggage turned around and, after one or two sad backward glances, or what might have been glances if it had eyes, cantered away. By the time it reached the far side of the square it was a blur. Hey, you! Four-eyes! Twoflower turned, Cohen was advancing down the steps. I remember you, he said. Dyou know anything about Grand Viziering?
Not a thing, Mr Emperor Cohen.
Good. The jobs yours. Get cracking. First thing, I want a cup of tea. Thick enough to float a horseshoe. Three sugars. In five minutes. Right?
A cup of tea in five minutes? said Twoflower. But thats not long enough for even a short
ceremony! Cohen put a companionable arm around the little mans shoulders. Theres a new ceremony, he said. It goes: “Tea up, luv. Milk? Sugar? Doughnut? Want another one?” And you could tell the eunuchs, he added, that the Emperor is a litral-minded man and used the phrase “heads will roll”. Twoflowers eyes gleamed behind his cracked glasses. Somehow, he liked the sound of that. It looked as though he was living in interesting times— The Luggages sat quietly, and waited. Fate sat back. The gods relaxed.
A draw, he announced. Oh, yes. You have appeared to win in Hunghung but you have had to lose your most valuable piece, is that not so?
Im sorry? said the Lady. I dont quite follow you.
Insofar as I understand this . . . physics . . . said Fate, I cannot believe that anything could be materialized in the University without dying almost instantly. It is one thing to hit a snowdrift, but quite another to hit a wall.
I never sacrifice a pawn, said the Lady. How can you hope to win without sacrificing the occasional pawn?
Oh, I never play to win. She smiled. But I do play not to lose. Watch . . . The Council of Wizards gathered in front of the wall at the far end of the Great Hall and stared up at the thing which now covered half of it. Interesting effect, said Ridcully, eventually. How fast do you think it was going?
About five hundred miles an hour, said Ponder. I think perhaps we were a little enthusiastic. Hex says—
From a standing start to five hundred miles an hour? said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. That must have come as a shock.
Yes, said Ridcully, but I suppose its a mercy for the poor creature that it was such a brief one.
And, of course, we must all be thankful that it wasnt Rincewind. A couple of the wizards coughed. The Dean stood back. But what is it? he said. Was, said Ponder Stibbons. We could have a look in the Bestiaries, said Ridcully. Shouldnt be hard to find. Grey. Long hind feet like a clowns boots. Rabbit ears. Tail long and pointy. And, of course, not many creatures are twenty feet across, one inch thick and deep fried, so that narrows it down a bit.
I dont want to cast a shadow on things, said the Dean, but if this isnt Rincewind, then where is he?
Im sure Mr Stibbons can give us an explanation as to why his calculations went wrong, said Ridcully.
Ponders mouth dropped open. Then he said, as sourly as he dared, I probably forgot to take into account that theres three right angles in a triangle, didnt I? Er. Ill have to try and work everything back, but I think that somehow a lateral component was introduced into what should have been a bidirectional sortilegic transfer. Its probably that this was most pronounced at the effective median point, causing an extra node to appear in the transfers at a point equidistant to the other two as prediction in Flumes Third Equation, and Turffes Law would see to it that the distortion would stabilize in such a way as to create three separate points, each moving a roughly equal mass one jump around the triangle. Im not sure why the third mass arrived here at such speed, but I think the increased velocity might have been caused by the sudden creation of the node. Of course, it might have been going quite fast anyway. But I shouldnt think it is cooked in its natural state.
Do you know, said Ridcully, I think I actually understood some of that? Certainly some of the shorter words.