“He’s my demon,” said Eric.
Lavaeolus raised an eyebrow, the closest he ever came to expressing surprise at anything
“Is he? I suppose it takes all sorts. Any good at getting into places, is he?”
“He’s more the getting-out kind,” said Eric.
“Right,” said Lavaeolus. He stopped beside a building and walked up and down a bit with his hands in his pockets, tapping on the flagstones with the toe of his sandal.
“Just here, I think, sergeant,” he said after a while.
“Right you are, sir.”
“Look at that lot, will you?” said Lavaeolus, while the sergeant and his men started to lever up the stones. “That bunch around the table. Brave lads, I’ll grant you, but look at them. Too busy posing for triumphant statues and making sure the historians spell their names right. Bloody years we’ve been laying siege to this place. More military, they said. You know, they actually enjoy it? I mean, when all’s said and done, who cares? Let’s just get it over with and go home, that’s what I say.”
“Found it, sir,” said the sergeant.
“Right.” Lavaeolus didn’t look round. “O-kay.” He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s sort this out, and then we can get an early night. Would you care to accompany me? Your pet might be useful.”
“What are we going to do?” said Rincewind suspiciously.
“We’re just going to meet some people.”
“Is it dangerous?”
A stone smashed through the roof of a building nearby.
“No, not really,” said Lavaeolus. “Compared to staying here, I mean. And if the rest to them try to storm the place, you know, in a proper military way – “
The hole led into a tunnel. The tunnel, after winding a bit, led to stairs. Lavaeolus mooched along it, occasionally kicking bits of fallen masonry as if he had a personal grudge against them.
“Er,” said Rincewind, “where does this lead?”
“Oh, it’s just a secret passageway into the centre of this citadel.”
“You know, I thought it would be something like that,” said Rincewind. “I’ve got an instinct for it, you know. And I expect all the really top Tsorteans will be up there, will they?”
“I hope so,” said Lavaeolus, trudging up the steps.
“With lots of guards?”
“Dozens, I imagine.”
“Highly trained, too?”
Lavaeolus nodded. “The best.”
“And this is where we’re going,” said Rincewind, determined to explore the full horror of the plan as one probes the site of a rotting tooth.
“That’s right.”
“All six of us.”
“And your box, of course.”
“Oh, yes,” said Rincewind, making a face in the darkness.
The sergeant tapped him gently on the shoulder and leaned forward.
“Don’t you worry about the captain, sir” he said. “He’s got the finest military brain on the continent.”
“How do you know? Has anyone ever seen it?” said Rincewind.
“You see, sir, what it is, he likes to get it over with without anyone getting hurt, sir, especially him. That’s why he dreams up things like the horse, sir. And bribing people and that. We got into civvies last night and come in and got drunk in a pub with one of the palace cleaners, see, and found out about this tunnel.”
“Yes, but secret passages!” said Rincewind. “There’ll be guards and everything at the other end!”
“No, sir. They use it to store the cleaning things, sir.”
There was a clang in the darkness ahead of them. Lavaeolus had tripped over a mop.
“Sergeant?”
“Sir?”
“Just open the door, will you?”
Eric was tugging at Rincewind’s robe.
“What?” said Rincewind testily.
“You know who Lavaeolus is, don’t you?” whispered Eric.
“Well -”
“He’s Lavaeolus!”
“Get away?”
“Don’t you know the Classics?”
“That isn’t one of these horse race we’re supposed to remember, is it?”
Eric rolled his eyes. “Lavaeolus was responsible for the fall of Tsort, on account of being so cunning,” he said. “And then afterwards it took him ten years to get home and he had all sorts of adventures with temptresses and sirens and sensual witches.”
“Well I can see why you’ve been studying him. Ten years, eh? Where did he live?”
“About two hundred miles away,” said Eric earnestly.
“Kept getting lost, did he?”
“And when he got home he fought his wife’s suitors and everything, and his dear dog recognised him and died.”
“Oh, dear.”
“It was the carrying his slippers in its mouth for fifteen years that killed it off.”
“Shame.”
“And you know what, demon? All this hasn’t happened yet. We could save him all that trouble!”
Rincewind thought about this. “We could tell him to get a better navigator, for a start,” he said.
There was a creak. The soldiers had got the door open.
“Everyone fall in, or whatever the bloody stupid command is,” said Lavaeolus. “The magic box to the front, please. No killing anyone unless it’s really necessary. Try not to damage things. Right. Forward.”
The door led into a column-lined corridor. There was the distant murmur of voices.
The troop crept towards the sound until it reached a heavy curtain. Lavaeolus took a deep breath, pushed it aside and stepped forward and launched into a prepared speech.
“Now, I want to make myself absolutely clear,” he said. “I don’t want there to be any unpleasantness of any kind, or any shouting for guards and so forth. Or indeed any shouting at all. We will just take the young lady and go home, which is where anyone of any sense ought to be. Otherwise I shall really have to put everyone to the sword, and I hate having to do things like that.”
The audience to this statement did not appear to be impressed. This was because it was a small child on a potty.
Lavaeolus changed mental gear and went on smoothly: “On the other hand, if you don’t tell me where everyone is, I shall ask the sergeant here to give you a really hard smack.”
The child took its thumb out of its mouth. “Mummy is seeing to Cassie,” it said. “Are you Mr Beekle?”
“I don’t think so,” said Lavaeolus.
“Mr Beekle is a silly.” The child withdrew its thumb and, with the air of one concluding some exhaustive research, added: “Mr Beekle is a poo.”
“Sergeant?”
“Sir?”
“Guard this child.”
“Yessir. Corporal?”
“Sarge?”
“Take care of the kid.”
“Yes, sarge. Private Archeios?”
“Yes, corp,” said the soldier, his voice gloomy with prescience.
“See to the sprog.”
Private Archeios looked around. There was only Rincewind and Eric left and, while it was true that a civilian was in every respect the lowest possible rank there was, coming somewhere after the regimental donkey, the expressions on their faces suggested that they weren’t about to take any orders.
Lavaeolus wandered across the room and listened at another curtain.
“We could tell him all kinds of stuff about his future,” hissed Eric. “He had – I mean, he will have – all kinds of things happen to him. Shipwrecks and magic and all his crew turned into animals and stuff like that.”
“Yes. We could say `Walk home`,” said Rincewind.
The curtain swished aside.
There was a woman there – plump, good-looking in a slightly faded way, wearing a black dress and the beginnings of a moustache. A number of children of varying sizes were trying to hide behind her. Rincewind counted at least seven of them.
“Who’s that?” said Eric.
“Ahem,” said Rincewind. “I rather think it’s Elenor of Tsort.”
“Don’t be silly,” whispered Eric. “She looks like a mum. Elenor was much younger and was all -” His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.
Rincewind tried not to catch the sergeant’s eye.
“Yes,” he said, going a bit red. “Well, you see. Er. You’re absolutely right, but well, it’s been a long siege, hasn’t it, what with one thing and another.”
“I don’t see what that’s got to do with it,” said Eric sternly. “The Classics never said anything about children. They said she spent all her time mooning around the towers of Tsort and pining for her lost love.”
“Well, yes, I expect she did pine a bit,” said Rincewind. “Only, you know, you can only pine so much, and it must have been a bit chilly up on those towers.”
“You can catch your death, mooning,” nodded the sergeant.
Lavaeolus watched the woman thoughtfully. Then he bowed.
“I expect you know why we’re here, my lady?” he said.
“If you touch any of the children I shall scream,” said Elenor flatly.
Once again Lavaeolus showed that along with his guerilla abilities was a marked reluctance to waste a prepared speech once he had it all sorted out in his head.
“Fair maiden,” he began. “We have faced many dangers in order to rescue you and take you back to your loved…” His voice faltered. “…ones. Er. This has all gone terribly wrong, hasn’t it?”