Lords and Ladies

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  The Librarian flared his nostrils.

  Magrat didnt know much about jungles, but she thought about apes in trees, smelling the rank of the tiger. Apes never admired the sleek of the fur and the bum of the eye, because they were too well aware of the teeth of the

  mouth.

  “Yes,” she said, “I expect they would. Dwarfs and trolls hate them, too. But I think they dont hate them as much as I do. ”

  “You cant fight them all,” said Ponder. “Theyre swarming like bees up there. Theres flying ones, too. The Librarian says they made people get fallen trees and things and push those, you know, those stones down? There were some stones on the hill. They attacked them. Dont know why. ”

  “Did you see any witches at the Entertainment?” said Magrat.

  “Witches, witches . . . ” muttered Ponder.

  “You couldnt have missed them,” said Magrat. “Thered be a thin one glaring at everyone and a small fat one cracking nuts and laughing a lot. And theyd be talking to each other very loudly. And theyd both have tall pointy hats. ”

  “Cant say I noticed them,” said Ponder.

  “Then they couldnt have been there,” said Magrat. “Being noticed is what being a witch is all about. ” She was about to add that shed never been good at it, but didnt. Instead she said: “Im going on up there. ”

  “Youll need an army, miss. I mean, youd have been in trouble just now if the Librarian hadnt been up in the trees. ”

  “But I havent got an army. So Im going to have to try by myself, arent I?”

  This time Magrat managed to spur the horse into a gallop.

  Ponder watched her go.

  “You know, folksongs have got a lot to answer for,” he said to the night air.

  “Oook. ”

  “Shes going to get utterly killed. ”

  “Oook. ”

  “Hello, Mr. Flowerpot, two pints of eels if you would be so good. ”

  “Of course, it could be her destiny, or one of those sort of things. ”

  “Oook. ”

  “Millennium hand and shrimp. ”

  Ponder Stibbons looked embarrassed.

  “Anyone want to follow her?”

  “Oook. ”

  “Whoops, there he goes with his big clock. ”

  “Was that a yes?”

  “Oook. ”

  “Not yours, his. ”

  “Flobby wobbly, here comes our jelly. ”

  “I think that probably counts as a yes,” said Ponder, reluctantly.

  “Oook?”

  “Ive got a lovely new vest. ”

  “But look,” said Ponder, “the graveyards are full of people who rushed in bravely but unwisely. ”

  “Ook. ”

  “Whatd he say?” said the Bursar, passing briefly through reality on his way somewhere else.

  “I think he said, Sooner or later the graveyards are full of everybody,” said Ponder. “Oh, blast. Come on. ”

  “Yes indeedy,” said the Bursar, “hands up the mittens, Mr. Bosun!”

  “Oh, shut up. ”

  * * *

  Magrat dismounted and let the horse go.

  She knew she was near the Dancers now. Collared light flickered in the sky.

  She wished she could go home.

  The air was colder here, far too cold for a midsummer night. As she plodded onward, flakes of snow swirled in the breeze and turned to rain.

  Ridcully materialized inside the castle, and then clung on to a pillar for support until he got his breath back. Transmigration always made blue spots appear in front of his eyes.

  No one noticed him. The castle was in turmoil. Not everyone had run home. Armies had marched across Lancre many times over the last few thousand years, and the recollection of the castles thick safe walls had been practically engraved in the folk memory. Run to the castle. And now it held most of the little countrys population.

  Ridcully blinked. People were milling around and being harangued by a small young man in loose-fitting chain-mail and one arm in a sling, who seemed to be the only person

  with any grip on things.

  When he was certain he could walk straight, Ridcully

  headed toward him.

  “Whats going on, young-” he began, and then stopped.

  Shawn Ogg looked around.

  “The scheming minx!” said Ridcully, to the air in general. “Oh, go back and get it then, she said, and I fell right for it! Even if I could cut the mustard again I dont know where we were!”

  “Sir?” said Shawn.

  Ridcully shook himself. “Whats happening?” he said.

  “I dont know!” said Shawn, who was almost in tears. “I think were being attacked by elves! Nothing anyones telling mes making any sense! Somehow they arrived during the Entertainment! Or something!”

  Ridcully looked around at the frightened, bewildered people.

  “And Miss Magrats gone out to fight them alone!” Ridcully looked perplexed.

  “Whos Miss Magrat?”

  “Shes going to be queen! The bride! You know? Magrat Garlick?”

  Ridcullys mind could digest one fact at a time.

  “Whats she gone out for?”

  “They captured the king!”

  “Did you know theyve got Esme Weatherwax as well?”

  “What, Granny Weatherwax?”

  “I came back to rescue her,” said Ridcully, and then realized that this sounded either nonsense or cowardly.

  Shawn was too upset to notice. “I just hope theyre not collecting witches,” he said. “Theyll need our mum to get the complete set. ”

  “They aint got me, then,” said Nanny Ogg, behind him.

  “Mum? How did you get in?”

  “Broomstick. Youd better get some people with bows up on the roof. I came down that way. So can others. ”

  “Whatre we going to do, Mum?”

  “Theres bands of elves all over the place,” said Nanny, “and theres a big glow over the Dancers-”

  “We must attack them!” shouted Casanunda. “Give em a taste of cold steel!”

  “Good man, that dwarf!” said Ridcully. “Thats right! Ill get my crossbow!”

  “Theres too many of them,” said Nanny flatly.

  “Granny and Miss Magrat are out there, Mum,” said Shawn. “Miss Magrat came over all strange and put on armour and went out to fight all of them!”

  “But the hills are crawling with elves,” said Nanny. “Its a double helping of hell with extra devils. Certain death. ”

  “Its certain death anyway,” said Ridcully. “Thats the thing about Death, certainty. ”

  “Wed have no chance at all,” said Nanny.

  “Actually, wed have one chance,” said Ridcully. “I dont understand all this continuinuinuum stuff, but from what young Stibbons says it means that everything has to happen somewhere, dysee, so that means it could happen here. Even if its a million to one chance, maam. ”

  “Thats all very well,” said Nanny, "but what youre saying is, for every Mr. Ridcully that survives tonights work,

  999,999 are going to get killed?"

  “Yes, but Im not bothered about those other buggers,” said Ridcully. “They can look after themselves. Serve em right for not inviting me to their weddings. ”

  “What?”

  “Nothing. ”

  Shawn was hopping from one foot to the other. “We ought to be fighting em. Mum!”

  “Look at everyone!” said Nanny. “Theyre dog tired and wet and confused! Thats not an army!”

  “Mum, Mum, Mum!”

  “What?”

  “Ill pussike em up, Mum! Thats what you have to do before troops go into battle. Mum! I read about that in books! You can take a rabble of thingy and make the right kind of speech and pussike them up and turn em into a terrible fighting force. Mum!”

  “They look terrible anyway!”

  “I mean terrible like fierce. Mum!”

  Nann
y Ogg looked at the hundred or so Lancre subjects. The thought of them managing to fight anyone at all took some getting used to.

  “You been studyin this, Shawn?” she inquired. “Ive got five years worth of Bows and Ammo, Mum,” said Shawn reproachfully.

  “Give it a try, then. If you think itll work. ” Trembling with excitement, Shawn climbed on to a table, drew his sword with his good hand, and banged it on the planks until people were silent. He made a speech.

  He pointed out that their king had been captured and their prospective queen had gone out to save him. He pointed out their responsibility as loyal subjects. He pointed out that other people currently not here but at home hiding under the bed would, after the glorious victory, wish theyd been there too instead of under the aforesaid bed which they were hiding under, you know, the bed hed just mentioned. In fact it was better that there were so few here to face the enemy, because that meant that there would be a higher percentage of honour per surviving head. He used the word “glory” three times. He said that in times to come people would look back on this day, whatever the date was, and proudly show their scars, at least those whod survived would show their scars, and be very proud and probably have drinks bought for them. He advised people to imitate the action of the Lancre Reciprocating Fox and stiffen some sinews while leaving them flexible enough sos they could move their arms and legs, in fact, probably itd be better to relax them a bit now and stiffen them properly when the time came. He suggested that Lancre expected everyone to do their duty. And urn. And uh. Please?

  The silence that followed was broken by Nanny Ogg, who said, “Theyre probably considering it a bit, Shawn. Why dont you take Mr. Wizard here up to his room and help him with his crossbow?”

  She nodded meaningfully in the direction of the stairs.

  Shawn wavered, but not for long. Hed seen the glint in his mothers eye.

  When hed gone. Nanny climbed up on the same table.

  “Well,” she said, “its like this. If you go out there you may have to face elves. But if you stops here, you definitely have to face me. Now, elves is worse than me, Ill admit. But Im persistent. ”

  Weaver put up a tentative hand.

  “Please, Mrs. Ogg?”

  “Yes, Weaver?”

  “What exactly is the action of the Reciprocating Fox?”

  Nanny scratched her ear.

  “As I recall,” she said, “its back legs go like this but its front legs go like this. ”

  “No, no, no,” said Quamey the storekeeper. “Its its tail that goes like that. Its legs go like this. ”

  “Thats not reciprocating, thats just oscillating,” said someone. “Youre thinking of the Ring-tailed Ocelot. ”

  Nanny nodded.

  “Thats settled, then,” she said.

  “Hold on, Im not sure-”

  “Yes, Mr. Quamey?”

  “Oh . . . well. . . ”

  “Good, good,” said Nanny, as Shawn reappeared. “They was just saying, our Shawn, how they was swayed by your speech. Really pussiked up. ”

  “Cor!”

  “Theyre ready to follow you into the jaws of hell itself, I expect,” said Nanny.

  Someone put up their hand.

  “Are you coming too, Mrs. Ogg?”