Discworld - The Colour of Magic Part 21

"Perhaps it fell overboard?" he suggested hopefully. As if in answer there came a furious pounding from the oar deck below their feet, and the sound of splintering wood. The crewmen drew together fearfully, brandis.h.i.+ng axes and torches.

They probably wouldn't dare to use them, even if the Monster came rus.h.i.+ng toward them. Before its terrible nature had been truly understood several men had attacked it with axes, whereupon it had turned aside from its single-minded searching of the s.h.i.+p and had either chased them overboard or had-eaten them? The captain was not quite certain. The Thing looked like an ordinary wooden sea chest. A bit larger than usual, maybe, but not suspiciously so. But while it sometimes seemed to contain things like old socks and miscellaneous luggage, at other times-and he shuddered-it seemed to be, seemed to be, seemed to them? The captain was not quite certain. The Thing looked like an ordinary wooden sea chest. A bit larger than usual, maybe, but not suspiciously so. But while it sometimes seemed to contain things like old socks and miscellaneous luggage, at other times-and he shuddered-it seemed to be, seemed to be, seemed to have have...He tried not to think about it. It was just that the men who had been drowned overboard had probably been more fortunate than those it had caught. He tried not to think about it. There had been teeth teeth, teeth like white wooden gravestones, and a tongue red as mahogany...

He tried not to think about it. It didn't work.

But he thought bitterly about one thing. This was going to be the last time he rescued ungrateful drowning men in mysterious circ.u.mstances. Slavery was better than sharks, wasn't it? And then they had escaped and when his sailors had investigated their big chest-how had they appeared in the middle of an untroubled ocean sitting on a big chest, anyway?-and it had bitt...He tried not to think about it again, but he found himself wondering what would happen when the d.a.m.ned thing realized that its owner wasn't on board any longer...

"Raft's ready, lord," said the first mate.

"Into the water with it," shouted the captain, and "Get aboard!" and "Fire the s.h.i.+p!"

After all, another s.h.i.+p wouldn't be too hard to come by, he philosophized, but a man might have to wait a long time in that Paradise the mullahs advertised before he was granted another life. Let the magical box eat lobsters.

Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by ama.s.sing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.

"What the h.e.l.l is that?" demanded Rincewind.

"It's beautiful," said Twoflower beatifically.

"I'll decide about that when I know what it is," said the wizard.

"It is the Rimbow," said a voice immediately behind his left ear, "and you are fortunate indeed to be looking at it. From above, at any rate."

The voice was accompanied by a gust of cold, fishy breath. Rincewind sat quite still.

"Twoflower?" he said.

"Yes?"

"If I turn around, what will I see?"

"His name is Tethis. He says he's a sea troll. This is his boat. He rescued us," explained Twoflower. "Will you look around now?"

"Not just at the moment, thank you. So why aren't we going over the Edge, then?" asked Rincewind with gla.s.sy calmness.

"Because your boat hit the Circ.u.mfence," said the voice behind him (in tones that made Rincewind imagine submarine chasms and lurking Things in coral reefs).

"The Circ.u.mfence?" he repeated.

"Yes. It runs along the edge of the world," said the unseen troll. Above the roar of the waterfall Rincewind thought he could make out the splash of oars. He hoped hoped they were oars. they were oars.

"Ah. You mean the circ.u.mference circ.u.mference," said Rincewind. "The circ.u.mference makes the edge of things."

"So does the Circ.u.mfence," said the troll.

"He means this," said Twoflower, pointing down. Rincewind's eyes followed the finger, dreading what they might see...

Hubward of the boat was a rope suspended a few feet above the surface of the white water. The boat was attached to it, moored yet mobile, by a complicated arrangement of pulleys and little wooden wheels. They ran along the rope as the unseen rower propelled the craft along the very lip of the Rimfall. That explained one mystery-but what supported the rope?

Rincewind peered along its length and saw a stout wooden post sticking up out of the water a few yards ahead. As he watched the boat neared it and then pa.s.sed it, the little wheels clacking neatly around it in a groove obviously cut for the purpose.

Rincewind also noticed that smaller ropes hung down from the main rope at intervals of a yard or so.

He turned back to Twoflower.

"I can see what it is is," he said, "but what what is it?" is it?"

Twoflower shrugged. Behind Rincewind the sea troll said, "Up ahead is my house. We will talk more when we are there. Now I must row."

Rincewind found that looking ahead meant that he would have to turn and find out what a sea troll actually looked like, and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that yet. He looked at the Rimbow instead.

It hung in the mists a few lengths beyond the edge of the world, appearing only at morning and evening when the light of the Disc's little orbiting sun shone past the ma.s.sive bulk of Great A'Tuin the World Turtle and struck the Disc's magical field at exactly the right angle.

A double rainbow corruscated into being. Close into the lip of the Rimfall were the seven lesser colors, sparkling and dancing in the spray of the dying seas.

But they were pale in comparison to the wider band that floated beyond them, not deigning to share the same spectrum.

It was the King Color, of which all the lesser colors are merely partial and wishy-washy reflections. It was octarine, the color of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself.

But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish purple.

After a while a small speck on the rim of the world resolved itself into a eyot or crag, so perilously perched that the waters of the fall swirled around it at the start of their long drop. A driftwood shanty had been built on it, and Rincewind saw that the top rope of the Circ.u.mfence climbed over the rocky island on a number of iron stakes and actually pa.s.sed through the shack by a small round window. He learned later that this was so that the troll could be alerted to the arrival of any salvage on his stretch of the Circ.u.mfence by means of a series of small bronze bells, balanced delicately on the rope.

A crude floating stockade had been built out of rough timber on the hubward side of the island. It contained one or two hulks and quite a large amount of floating wood in the form of planks, baulks and even whole natural tree trunks, some still sporting green leaves. This close to the Edge the Disc's magical field was so intense that a hazy corona flickered across everything as raw illusion spontaneously discharged itself.

With a last few squeaky jerks the boat slid up against a small driftwood jetty. As it grounded itself and formed a circuit Rincewind felt all the familiar sensations of a huge occult aura-oily, bluish tasting, and smelling of tin. All around them pure, unfocused magic was sleeting soundlessly into the world.

The wizard and Twoflower scrambled onto the planking and for the first time Rincewind saw the troll.

It wasn't half so dreadful as he had imagined.

Umm, said his imagination after a while.

It wasn't that the troll was horrifying horrifying. Instead of the rotting, betentacled monstrosity he had been expecting Rincewind found himself looking at a rather squat but not particularly ugly old man who would quite easily have pa.s.sed for normal on any city street, always provided that other people on the street were used used to seeing old men who were apparently composed of water and very little else. It was as if the ocean had decided to create life without going through all that tedious business of evolution, and had simply formed a part of itself into a biped and sent it walking squis.h.i.+ly up the beach. The troll was a pleasant translucent blue color. As Rincewind stared a small shoal of silver fish flashed across its chest. to seeing old men who were apparently composed of water and very little else. It was as if the ocean had decided to create life without going through all that tedious business of evolution, and had simply formed a part of itself into a biped and sent it walking squis.h.i.+ly up the beach. The troll was a pleasant translucent blue color. As Rincewind stared a small shoal of silver fish flashed across its chest.

"It's rude to stare," said the troll. Its mouth opened with a little crest of foam, and shut again in exactly the same way that water closes over a stone.

"Is it? Why?" asked Rincewind. How does he hold himself together, his mind screamed at him. Why doesn't he spill?

"If you will follow me to my house I will find you food and a change of clothing," said the troll solemnly. He set off over the rocks without turning to see if they would follow him. After all, where else could they go? It was getting dark, and a chilly damp breeze was blowing over the edge of the world. Already the transient Rimbow had faded and the mists above the waterfall were beginning to thin.

"Come on," said Rincewind, grabbing Twoflower's elbow. But the tourist didn't appear to want to move.

"Come on," the wizard repeated.

"When it gets really dark, do you think we'll be able to look down and see Great A'tuin the World Turtle?" asked Twoflower, staring at the rolling clouds.

"I hope not," said Rincewind, "I really do. Now let's go, shall we?"

Twoflower followed him reluctantly into the shack. The troll had lit a couple of lamps and was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair. He got to his feet as they entered and poured two cups of a green liquid from a tall pitcher. In the dim light he appeared to phosph.o.r.esce, in the manner of warm seas on velvety summer nights. Just to add a baroque gloss to Rincewind's dull terror he seemed to be several inches taller, too.

Most of the furniture in the room appeared to be boxes.

"Uh. Really great place you've got here," said Rincewind. "Ethnic."

He reached for a cup and looked at the green pool s.h.i.+mmering inside it. It'd better be drinkable, he thought. Because I'm going to drink it. He swallowed.

It was the same stuff Twoflower had given him in the rowing boat but, at the time, his mind had ignored it because there were more pressing matters. Now it had the leisure to savor the taste.

Rincewind's mouth twisted. He whimpered a little. One of his legs came up convulsively and caught him painfully in the chest.

Twoflower swirled his own drink thoughtfully while he considered the flavor.

"Ghlen Livid," he said. "The fermented vul vul nut drink they freeze-distill in my home country. A certain smoky quality...Piquant. From the western plantations in, ah, Rehigreed Province, yes? Next year's harvest, I fancy, from the color. May I ask how you came by it?" nut drink they freeze-distill in my home country. A certain smoky quality...Piquant. From the western plantations in, ah, Rehigreed Province, yes? Next year's harvest, I fancy, from the color. May I ask how you came by it?"

(Plants on the Disc, while including the categories known commonly as annuals annuals, which were sown this year to come up later this year, biennials biennials, sown this year to grow next year, and perennials perennials, sown this year to grow until further notice, also included a few rare re-annuals re-annuals which, because of an unusual four-dimensional twist in their genes, could be planted this year to come up which, because of an unusual four-dimensional twist in their genes, could be planted this year to come up last year last year. The vul vul nut vine was particularly exceptional in that it could flourish as many as eight years prior to its seed actually being sown. nut vine was particularly exceptional in that it could flourish as many as eight years prior to its seed actually being sown. Vul Vul nut wine was reputed to give certain drinkers an insight into the future which was, from the nut's point of view, the past. Strange but true.) nut wine was reputed to give certain drinkers an insight into the future which was, from the nut's point of view, the past. Strange but true.) "All things drift into the Circ.u.mfence in time," said the troll, gnomically, gently rocking in his chair. "My job is to recover the flotsam. Timber, of course, and s.h.i.+ps. Barrels of wine. Bales of cloth. You."

Light dawned inside Rincewind's head.

"It's a net, isn't it? You've got a net right on the edge of the sea!"

"The Circ.u.mfence," nodded the troll. Ripples ran across his chest.

Rincewind looked out into the phosph.o.r.escent darkness that surrounded the island, and grinned inanely.

"Of course," he said. "Amazing! You could sink piles and attach it to reefs and-good grief! The net would have to be very very strong." strong."

"It is," said Tethis.

"It could be extended for a couple of miles, if you found enough rocks and things," said the wizard.

"Ten thousands of miles. I just patrol this league."

"That's a third of the way around the Disc!"

Tethis sloshed a little as he nodded again. While the two men helped themselves to some more of the green wine, he told them about the Circ.u.mfence, the great effort that had been made to build it, and the ancient and wise Kingdom of Krull which had constructed it several centuries before, and the seven navies that patrolled it constantly to keep it in repair and bring its salvage back to Krull, and the manner in which Krull had become a land of leisure ruled by the most learned seekers after knowledge, and the way in which they sought constantly to understand in every possible particular the wondrous complexity of the Circ.u.mfence were turned into slaves, and usually had their tongues cut out. After some interjections at this point he spoke, in a friendly way, on the futility of force, the impossibility of escaping from the island except by boat to one of the other three hundred and eighty isles that lay between the island and Krull itself, or by leaping over the Edge, and the high merit of muteness in comparison to, for example, death.

There was a pause. The muted night-roar of the Rimfall only served to give the silence a heavier texture.

Then the rocking chair started to creak again. Tethis seemed to have grown alarmingly during the monologue.

"There is nothing personal in all this," he added. "I too am a slave. If you try to overpower me I shall have to kill you, of course, but I won't take any particular pleasure in it."

Rincewind looked at the s.h.i.+mmering fists that rested lightly in the troll's lap. He suspected they could strike with all the force of a tsunami.

"I don't think you understand," explained Twoflower. "I am a citizen of the Golden Empire. I'm sure Krull would not wish to incur the displeasure of the Emperor."

"How will the Emperor know?" asked the troll. "Do you think you're the first person from the Empire who has ended up on the Circ.u.mfence?"

"I won't be a slave!" shouted Rincewind. "I'd-I'd jump over the Edge first!" He was amazed at the sound in his own voice.

"Would you, though?" asked the troll. The rocking chair flicked back against the wall and one blue arm caught the wizard around the waist. A moment later the troll was striding out of the shack with Rincewind gripped carelessly in one fist.

He did not stop until he came to the rimward edge of the island. Rincewind squealed.

"Stop that or I really will throw you over the edge," snapped the troll. "I'm holding you, aren't I? Look Look."

Rincewind looked.

In front of him was a soft black night whose mist-muted stars glowed peacefully. But his eyes turned downward, drawn by some irresistible fascination.

It was midnight on the Disc and so, therefore, the sun was far, far below, swinging slowly under Great A'Tuin's vast and frosty plastron. Rincewind tried a last attempt to fix his gaze on the tips of his boots, which were protruding over the rim of the rock, but the sheer drop wrenched it away.

On either side of him two glittering curtains of water hurtled toward infinity as the sea swept around the island on its way to the long fall. A hundred yards below the wizard the largest sea salmon he had ever seen flicked itself out of the foam in a wild, jerky and ultimately hopeless leap. Then it fell back, over and over, in the golden underworld light.

Huge shadows grew out of that light like pillars supporting the roof of the universe. Hundreds of miles below him the wizard made out the shape of something, the edge of something- Like those curious little pictures where the silhouette of an ornate gla.s.s suddenly becomes the outline of two faces, the scene beneath him flipped into a whole, new, terrifying perspective. Because down there was the head of an elephant as big as a reasonablysized continent. One mighty tusk cut like a mountain against the golden light, trailing a widening shadow toward the stars. The head was slightly tilted, and a huge ruby eye might almost have been a red supergiant that had managed to s.h.i.+ne at noonday.

Below the elephant- Rincewind swallowed and tried not to think- Below the elephant there was nothing but the distant, painful Disc of the sun. And, sweeping slowly past it, was something that for all its city-sized scales, its crater-pocks, its Junar cragginess, was indubitably a flipper.

"Shall I let go?" suggested the troll.

"Gnah," said Rincewind, straining backward.

"I have lived here on the Edge here on the Edge for five years and I have not had the courage," boomed Tethis. "Nor have you, if I'm any judge." He stepped back, allowing Rincewind to fling himself onto the ground. for five years and I have not had the courage," boomed Tethis. "Nor have you, if I'm any judge." He stepped back, allowing Rincewind to fling himself onto the ground.

Twoflower strolled up to the Rim and peered over.

"Fantastic," he said. "If only I had my picture box...What else is down there? I mean, if you jumped off, what would you see?"

Tethis sat down on an outcrop. High over the Disc the moon came out from behind a cloud, giving him the appearance of ice.

"My home is down there, perhaps," he said slowly. "Beyond your silly elephants and that ridiculous turtle. A real world. Sometimes I come out here and look, but somehow I can never bring myself to take that extra step...A real world, with real people. I have wives and little ones, somewhere down there..." He stopped, and blew his nose. "You soon learn what you're made of, here on the Edge here on the Edge."

"Stop saying that. Please," moaned Rincewind. He turned over and saw Twoflower standing unconcernedly at the very lip of the rock. "Gnah," he said, and tried to burrow into the stone.

"There's another world down there?" said Twoflower, peering over. "Where, exactly?"

The troll waved an arm vaguely. "Somewhere," he said. "That's all I know. It was quite a small world. Mostly blue."

"So why are you here?" said Twoflower.