Then hiS shoulder hit the door at the far end of the tunnel, and he followed it through into a cone-shaped room that was even stranger than the tunnel.
It was full of tiny glittering lights. Among the lights, in contoured chairs, were four men who were now staring at him open-mouthed. As he stared back he saw their gazes dart sideways.
Rincewind turned slowly. Beside him was a fifth man – youngish, bearded, as swarthy as the nomad folk of the Great Nef.
“Where am I?’ said the wizard. “in the belly of a dragon?’
The young man crouched back and shoved a small black box in the wizard’s face. The men in the chairs ducked down.
“What is it?’ said Rincewind. ‘A picture box?’ He reached out and took it, a movement which appeared to surprise the swarthy man, who shouted and tried to snatch it back. There was another shout, this time from one of the men in the chairs. Only now he wasn’t sitting. He was standing up, pointing something small and metallic at the young man.
It had an amazing effect. The man crouched back with his hands in the air.
“Please give me the bomb, sir,’ said the man with the metallic thing. ‘Carefully, please.’
“This thing?’ said Rincewind. “You have it’ I don’t want it!’ the man took it very carefully and put it on the floor. The seated men relaxed, and one of them started speaking urgently to the wall. The wizard watched him in amazement.
“Don’t move.’ snapped the man with the metal an amulet, Rincewind decided, it must be an amulet. The swarthy man backed into the corner.
“That was a very brave thing you did,’ said Amulet-holder to Rincewind. ‘You know that?
“What?’
“What’s the matter with your friend
‘friend?’
rincewind looked down at Twoflower, who was still slumbering peacefully. That was no surprise.
What was really surprising was that ‘twoflower was wearing new clothes. Strange clothes. His britches now ended just above his knees. Above that he wore some sort of vest of brightly-striped material. On his head was a ridiculous little straw hat. With a feather in it.
An awkward feeling around the leg regions made Rincewind look down. His clothes had changed too. Instead of the comfortable old robe, so marvellously well-adapted for speed into action in all poSSible contingencies, his legs were encased in cloth tubes. He was wearing a jacket of the same grey material . . .
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.Let’s see, they’d suddenly appeared in this dragon after, they’d materialised in this drag, they’d sudd, they’d, they’d – they had struck ‘up a conversation in the airport so naturally they had chosen to sit together on the plane, and he’d promised to show Jack zueiblumen around when they got back to the States. Yes, that was it. And then Jack had been taken ill and he’d panicked and come through here and surprised this hijacker.
Of course. What on earth was “Hublandish’?
Dr Rjinswand rubbed his forehead. What he could do with was a drink.
Ripples of paradox spread out across the sea of causality.
PoSsibly the most important point that would have to be borne in mind by anyone outside the sum totality of the multiverse was that although the wizard and the tourist had indeed only recently appeared in an aircraft in mid-air, they had also at one and the same time been riding on that aeroplane in the normal course of things. That is to say: ‘while it was true that they had just appeared in this particular set of dimensions, it was also true that they had been living in them all along. It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.
The point is that several quintillion atoms had just materialized (however, they had not. See below) in a universe where they should not strictly have been. The usual upshot of this sort of thing iS
a vast explosion but, since universes are fairly resilient things, this particular universe had saved itself by instantaneously unravelling its spacetime continuum back to a point where the surplus atoms could safely be accommodated and then rapidly rewinding back to that circle of firelight which for want of a better term its inhabitants were wont to call The Present. This had of course changed history – there had been a few less wars, a few extra dinosaurs and so on – but on the whole the episode passed remarkably quietly.
Outside of this particular universe, however, the repercussions of the sudden double-take bounced to and fro across the face of The Sum of Things, bending whole dimensions and sinking galaxies without a trace.
All this was however totally lost on Dr Rjinswand, 35, a bachelor, born in Sweden, raised in New Jersey, and a specialist in the breakaway oxidation phenomena of certain nuclear reactors.
Anyway, he probably would not have believed any of it.
Zweiblumen still seemed to be unconscious. The stewardess, who had helped Rjinswand to his seat to the applause of the rest of the passengers, was bering over him anxiously.
i radioed ahead,’ she told Rjinswand
“there’ll be an ambulance waiting when we land Uh, it says on the passenger list that you’re a doctor’ “I don’t know what’s wrong with him,’ said Rincewand hurriedly. it might be a different matter if he was a Magnox reactor of course. Is it shock of some kind?’
“I’ve never’
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Pratchett, Terry – Discworld 01 – The Colour of Magic Her sentence terminated in a tremendous crash from the rear of the plane. Several passengers screamed. A sudden gale of air swept every loose magazine and newspaper into a screaming whirlwind that twisted madly down the aisle.
Something else was coming up the aisle.
Something big and oblong and wooden and brassbound. It had hundreds of legs. If it was what it seemed – a walking chest of the kind that appeared in pirate stories brim full of ill-gotten gold and jewels – then what would have been its lid suddenly gaped open.
There were no jewels. But there were lots of big square teeth, white as sycamore, and a pulsating tongue, red as mahogany.
An ancient suitcase was coming to eat him.
Rjinswand clutched at the unconscious Zweiblumen for what little comfort there was there, and gibbered. He wished fervently that he was somewhere else . . .
There was a sudden darkness.
There was a brilliant flash.
The sudden departure of several quintillion atoms from a universe that they had no right to be in anyway caused a wild imbalance in the harmony of the Sum Totality which it tried frantically to retrieve, wiping out a number of subrealities in the process. Huge surges of raw magiC
boiled uncontrolled around the very foundations of the multiverse itself, welling up through every crevice into hitherto peaceful dimensions and causing novas, supernovas, stellar collisions, wild flights of geese and drowning of imaginary continents. Worlds as far away as the other end of time experienced brilliant sunsets of corruscating octarine as highly-charged magical particles roared through the atmosphere. In the cometary hBlo around the fabled Ice System of Zeret a noble comet died as a prince flamed across the sky.
All this was however lost on Rincewind as, clutching the inert Twoflower around the waist, he plunged towards the Disc’s sea several hundred feet below. Not even the convulsions of all the dimensions could break the iron Law of the Conservation of Energy, and Rjinswand’s brief journey in the plane had sufficed to carry him several hundred miles horizontally and seven thousand feet vertically.
The word ”plane’ flamed and died in Rincewind’s mind.
Was that a ship down there?
The cold waters of the Circle Sea roared up at him and sucked him down into their green, suffocating embrace. A moment later there was another splash as the luggage, still bearing a label carrying the powerful travelling rune TWA, also hit the sea.
Later on, they used it as a raft.
CLOSE TO THE EDGE
It had been a long time in the making. Now it was almost’ completed, and the slaves hacked away at the last clay remnants of the mantle.
Where other slaves were industriously rubbing its metal flanks with silver sand it was already beginning to gleam in the sun with the silken organic sheen of young bronze. It was still warm even after a week of cooling in the casting pit.
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Pratchett, Terry – Discworld 01 – The Colour of Magic The Arch-astronomer of Krull motioned lightly with his hand and his bearers set the throne down in the .shadow of the hull.
Like a fiSh, he thought. A great flying fish. And of what seas?