“Well, you see, I – what?’
“i thought I made myself clear this morning, Rincewind. I want to see genuine Morporkian life the slave market, the Whore Pits, the Temple of Small Gods, the Beggars’ Guild . . . and a genuine tavern brawl.’ A faint note of suspicion entered Twoflower’s voice. “You do have them, don’t you?
You know, people swinging on chandeliers, swordfightS over the table, the sort of thing Hrun the Barbarian and the Weasel are always getting involved in. You know – excitement.’
Rincewind sat down heavily on the bed.
“You want to see a fight?’ he said.
“Yes. What’s wrong with that?’
“for a Start, people get hurt.’
“oh, I wasn’t suggesting we get involved. I just want to see one, that’s all. And some of your famous heroes. You do have some, don’t you? It’s not all dockSide talk?’ And now, to the wizard’s astonishment, Twoflower was almost pleading.
“Oh, yeah. We have them all right,’ said Rincewind hurriedly. He pictured them in his mind, and recoiled from the thought.
All the heroes of the Circle Sea passed through the gates of Ankh-Morpork sooner or later. Most of them were from the barbaric tribes nearer the frozen Hub, which had a sort of export trade in heroes Side 19
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He rubbed his nose. The only heroes he had much time for were Bravd and the Weasel, who were out of town at the moment, and Hrun the Barbarian, who was practically an academic by Hub standards in that he could think without moving his lips. Hrun was said to be roving somewhere Turnwise.
“Look,’ he said at last. “have you ever met a barbarian?”
Twoflower shook his head.
“i was afraid of that,’ said Rincewind. “Well.
they’re’
There was a clatter of running feet in the street outside and a fresh uproar from downstairs. It was followed by a commotion on the stairs. The door was flung open before Rincewind could collect himself sufficiently to make a dash for the,window.
But instead of the greed-crazed madman he expected, he found himself looking into the round red face of a Sergeant of the Watch. He breathed again. Of course. The Watch were always careful not to intervene too soon in any brawl where the odds were not heavily stacked in their favour. The job carried a pension, and attracted a cautious, thoughtful kind of man.
The Sergeant glowered at Rincewind, and then peered at Twoflower with interest.
“Everything all right here, then?’ he said.
“Oh, fine,’ said Rincewind. “got held up, did you?’
The sergeant ignored him. “This the foreigner?”
he”” inquired.
“we” were just leaving,’ said Rincewind quickly, and switched to Trob. “Twoflower, I think we ought to get lunch somewhere else. i know some places.’
He marched out into the corridor with as much aplomb as he could muster. Twoflower followed, and a few seconds later there was a strangling sound from the sergeant as the luggage closed its lid with a snap, stood up, stretched, and marched after them.
Watchmen were dragging bodies out of the room downstairs. There were no survivors. The Watch had ensured this by giving them ample time to escape via the back door, a neat compromise between caution and justice that benefited all parties.
“Who are all these men?’ said Twoflower.
“oh, you know. Just men,’ said Rincewind. And before he could stop himself some part of his brain that had nothing to do took control of his mouth Side 20
Pratchett, Terry – Discworld 01 – The Colour of Magic and added, “Heroes, in fact.’
“Really?’
When one foot is stuck in the Grey Miasma of krull it is much easier to step right in and sink rather than prolong the struggle. Rincewind let himself go.
“Yes, that one over there is Frig Stronginthearm, over there is Black Zenell-‘
“is Hrun the Barbarian here?’ said Twoflower, looking around eagerly. Rincewind took a deep breath.
“That’s him behind us,’ he said.
The enormity of this lie was so great that its ripples did in fact spread out one of the lower astral planes as far as the Magical Quarter across the river, where it picked up tremendous velocity from the huge standing wave of power that always hovered there and bounced wildly across the Circle Sea. A harmonic got as far as Hrun himself, currently fighting a couple of gnolls on a crumbling ledge high in the Caderack Mountains, and caused him a moment’s unexplained discomfort.
Twoflower, meanwhile, had thrown back the lid of the Luggage and was hastily pulling out a heavy black cube.
“This is fantastic, ‘ he said . “They’re never going to believe this at home. ‘
“What’s he going on about?.’ said the sergeant doubtfully.
“He’s pleased you rescued us,’ said Rincewind. He looked sidelong at the black box, half-expecting it to explode or emit strange musical tones.
“Ah,’ said the sergeant. He was staring at the box, too
Twoflower smiled brightly at them.
‘i’d like a record of the event,’ he said. “Do you think you could ask them all to stand over by the window, please? This won’t take a moment. And, er, Rincewind? ‘
“Yes?’
Twoflower stood on tiptoe to whisper.
“i expect you know what this is, don’t you?’
Rincewind stared down at the box. It had a round glass eye protruding from the centre of one face, and a lever at the back.
“Not wholly, ‘ he said.
“it’s a device for making pictures quickly,’ said Twoflower. “Quite a new invention. I’m rather proud of it but, look, I don’t think these gentlemen would – well, I mean they might be – sort of apprehensive? Could you explain it to them? I’ll reimburse them for their time, of course.’
“He’s got a box with a demon in it that draws pictures,’ said Rincewind shortly. “do what the madman says and he will give you gold.’
The Watch smiled nervously.
‘i’d like you in the picture, Rincewind. That’s fine.’ Twoflower took out the golden disc that Rincewind had noticed before, squinted at its unseen face for a moment, muttered “Thirty seconds should about do it,’ and said brightly, “Smile please! ‘
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“Right.’
high above the disc the second albatross soared; so high in fact that its tiny mad orange eyes could see the whole of the world and the great, glittering, girdling Circle Sea. There was a yellow message capsule strapped to one leg. Far below it, unseen in the clouds, the bird that had brought the earlier message to the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork flapped gently back to its home.
Rincewind looked at the tiny square of glass in astonishment. There he was, all right – a tinY
figure, in perfect colour, standing in front of a group of Watchmen whose faces were each frozen in a terrified rictus. A buzz of wordless terror went up from the men around him as they craned over his shoulder to look.
Grinning, Twoflower produced a handful of the Smaller coins Rincewind now recognized as quarter-rhinu. He winked at the wizard.
“i had similar problems when I stopped over in the Brown Islands,’ he said. “They thought the iconograph steals a bit of their souls. Laughable, isn’t it? ‘ “Yarg,’ said Rincewind and then, because
some
how that was hardly enough to keep up his side of the conversation, added, “i don’t think it looks “er\
like me, though.’
“it’s easy to operate,’ said Twoflower, ignoring him. “Look, all you have to do is press this button.
The iconograph does the rest. Now, I’ll just stand over here next to Hrun, and you can take the picture.’
The coins quietened the men’s agitation in the way that gold can, and Rincewind was amazed to find, half a minute later, that he was holding a little glass portrait of Twoflower wielding a huge notched sword and smiling as though all his dreams had come true.
They lunched at a small eating-house near the Brass Bridge, with the luggage nestling under the table. The food and wine, both far superior to Rincewind’s normal fare, did much to relax him.