Hogfather Part 48

"What has astronomy got to do with the Hogfather?"

OLD G.o.dS DO NEW JOBS.

The Senior Wrangler wasn't attending the Feast. He got one of the maids to bring a tray up to his rooms, where he was Entertaining and doing all those things a man does when he finds himself unexpectedly tete-a-tete with the opposite s.e.x, like trying to s.h.i.+ne his boots on his trousers and clean his fingernails with his other fingernails.

"A little more wine, Gwendoline? It's hardly alcoholic alcoholic," he said, leaning over her.

"I don't mind if I do, Mr. Wrangler."

"Oh, call me Horace, please please. And perhaps a little something for your chicken?"

"I'm afraid she seems to have wandered off somewhere," said the Cheerful Fairy. "I'm afraid I'm, I'm, I'm rather dull company..." She blew her nose noisily.

"Oh, I certainly wouldn't say that," said the Senior Wrangler. He wished he'd had time to tidy up his rooms a bit, or at least get some of the more embarra.s.sing bits of laundry off the stuffed rhinoceros.

"Everyone's been so so kind," said the Cheerful Fairy, dabbing at her streaming eyes. "Who was the skinny one that kept making the funny faces for me?" kind," said the Cheerful Fairy, dabbing at her streaming eyes. "Who was the skinny one that kept making the funny faces for me?"

"That was the Bursar. Why don't you-"

"He seemed very cheerful, anyway." seemed very cheerful, anyway."

"It's the dried frog pills, he eats them by the handful," said the Senior Wrangler dismissively. "I say, why don't-"

"Oh dear. I hope they're not addictive."

"I'm sure he wouldn't keep on eating them if they were addictive," said the Senior Wrangler. "Now, why don't you have another gla.s.s of wine, and then...and then..." a happy thought struck him "...and then...and then perhaps I could show you Archchancellor Bowell's Remembrance? It's got a-a-a-a very interesting ceiling. My word, yes."

"That would be very nice," said the Cheerful Fairy. "Would it cheer me up, do you think?"

"Oh, it would, it would would," said the Senior Wrangler. "Definitely! Good! So I'll, er, I'll just go and...just go and...I'll..." He pointed vaguely in the direction of his dressing room, while hopping from one foot to the other. "I'll just go and, er...go...just..."

He fled into the dressing room and slammed the door behind him. His wild eyes scanned the shelves and hangers.

"Clean robe," he mumbled. "Comb face, wash socks, fresh hair, where's that Insteadofshave lotion-"

From the other side of the door came the adorable sound of the Cheerful Fairy blowing her nose. From this side came the sound of the Senior Wrangler's m.u.f.fled scream as, made careless by haste and a very poor sense of smell, he mistakenly splashed his face with the turpentine he used for treating his feet.

Somewhere overhead a very small plump child with a bow and arrow and ridiculously unaerodynamic wings buzzed ineffectually against a shut window on which the frost was tracing the outline of a rather handsome Auriental lady. The other window already had an icy picture of a vase of sunflowers.

In the Great Hall one of the tables had already collapsed. It was one of the customs of the Feast that although there were many courses each wizard went at his own speed, a tradition inst.i.tuted to prevent the slow ones holding everyone else up. And they could also have seconds if they wished, so that if a wizard was particularly attracted to soup he could go round and round for an hour before starting on the preliminary stages of the fish courses.

"How're you feeling now, old chap?" said the Dean, who was sitting next to the Bursar. "Back on the dried frog pills?"

"I, er, I, er, no, I'm not too bad," said the Bursar. "It was, of course, rather a, rather a shock when-"

"That's a shame, because here's your Hogswatch present," said the Dean, pa.s.sing over a small box. It rattled. "You can open it now if you like."

"Oh, well, how nice-"

"It's from me," said the Dean.

"What a lovely-"

"I bought it with my own money, you know," said the Dean, waving a turkey leg airily.

"The wrapping paper is a very nice-"

"More than a dollar, I might add."

"My goodness-"

The Bursar pulled off the last of the wrapping paper.

"It's a box for keeping dried frog pills in. See? It's got 'Dried Frog Pills' on it, see?"

The Bursar shook it. "Oh, how nice," he said weakly. "It's got some pills in it already. How thoughtful. They will will come in handy." come in handy."

"Yes," said the Dean. "I took them off your dressing table. After all, I was down a dollar as it was."

The Bursar nodded gratefully and put the little box neatly beside his plate. They'd actually allowed him knives this evening. They'd actually allowed him to eat other things than those things that could only be sc.r.a.ped up with a wooden spoon.

He eyed the nearest roast pig with nervous antic.i.p.ation, and tucked his napkin firmly under his chin.

"Er, excuse me, Mr. Stibbons," he quavered. "Would you be so good as to pa.s.s me the apple sauce tankard-"

There was a sound like coa.r.s.e fabric ripping, somewhere in the air in front of the Bursar, and a crash as something landed on top of the roast pig. Roast potatoes and gravy filled the air. The apple that had been in the pig's mouth was violently expelled and hit the Bursar on the forehead.

He blinked, looked down, and found he was about to plunge his fork into a human head.

"Ahaha," he murmured, as his eyes started to glaze.

The wizards heaved aside the overturned dishes and smashed crockery.

"He just fell out of the air!"

"Is he an a.s.sa.s.sin? Not one of their student pranks, is it?"

"Why's he holding a sword without a sharp bit?"

"Is he dead?"

"I think so!"

"I didn't even have have any of that salmon mousse! Will you look at it? His foot's in it! It's all over the place! Do you want yours?" any of that salmon mousse! Will you look at it? His foot's in it! It's all over the place! Do you want yours?"

Ponder Stibbons fought his way through the throng. He knew his more senior fellows when they were feeling helpful. They were like a gla.s.s of water to a drowning man.

"Give him air!" he protested.

"How do we know if he needs any?" said the Dean.

Ponder put his ear to the fallen youth's chest.

"He's not breathing!"

"Breathing spell, breathing spell," muttered the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "Er...Spolt's Forthright Respirator, perhaps? I think I've got it written down somewhere-"

Ridcully reached through the wizards and pulled out the black-clad man by a leg. He held him upside down in his big hand and thumped him heavily on the back.

He met their astonished gaze. "Used to do this on the farm," he said. "Works a treat on baby goats."

"Oh, now, really really," said the Dean, "I don't-"

The corpse made a noise somewhere between a choke and a cough.

"Make some s.p.a.ce, you fellows!" the Archchancellor bellowed, clearing an area of table with one sweep of his spare arm.

"Hey, I hadn't had any of that Prawn Escoffe!" said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.

"I didn't even know we had had any," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "Someone, and I name no names, Dean, shoved it behind the soft-sh.e.l.led crabs so they could keep it for themselves. I call that cheap." any," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "Someone, and I name no names, Dean, shoved it behind the soft-sh.e.l.led crabs so they could keep it for themselves. I call that cheap."

Teatime opened his eyes. It said a lot for his const.i.tution that it survived a very close-up view of Ridcully's nose, which filled the immediate universe like a big pink planet.

"Excuse me, excuse me," said Ponder, leaning over with his notebook open, "but this is vitally important for the advancement of natural philosophy. Did you see any bright lights? Was there a s.h.i.+ning tunnel? Did any deceased relatives attempt to speak to you? What word most describes the-"

Ridcully pulled him away.

"What's all this, Mr. Stibbons?"

"I really should talk to him, sir. He's had a near-death experience!"

"We all have. It's called 'living,'" said the Archchancellor shortly. "Pour the poor lad a gla.s.s of spirits and put that d.a.m.n pencil away."

"Uh...This must be Unseen University?" said Teatime. "And you are all wizards?"

"Now, just you lie still," said Ridcully. But Teatime had already risen on his elbows.

"There was a sword," he muttered.

"Oh, it's fallen on the floor," said the Dean, reaching down. "But it looks as though it's-Did I do that?"

The wizards looked at the large curved slice of table falling away. Something had cut through everything-wood, cloth, plates, cutlery, food. The Dean swore that a candle flame that had been in the path of the unseen blade was only half a flame for a moment, until the wick realized that this was no way to behave.

The Dean raised his hand. The other wizards scattered.

"Looks like a thin blue line in the air," he said, wonderingly.

"Excuse me, sir," said Teatime, taking it from him. "I really must be off."

He ran from the hall.

"He won't get far," said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. "The main doors are locked in accordance with Archchancellor Spode's Rules."

"Won't get far while holding a sword that appears to be able to cut through anything," said Ridcully, to the sound of falling wood.

"I wonder what all that was about?" said the Chair of Indefinite Studies, and then turned his attention to the remains of the Feast. "Anyway, at least this joint's been nicely carved..."

"Bu-bu-bu-"

They all turned. The Bursar was holding his hand in front of him. The cut surface of a fork gleamed at the wizards.

"Nice to know his new present will come in handy," said the Dean. "It's the thought that counts."

Under the table the Blue Hen of Happiness relieved itself on the Bursar's foot.

THERE ARE...ENEMIES, said Death, as Binky galloped through icy mountains.

"They're all dead-"

OTHER ENEMIES ENEMIES. YOU MAY AS WELL KNOW THIS. DOWN IN THE DEEPEST KINGDOMS OF THE SEA, WHERE THERE IS NO LIGHT, THERE LIVES A TYPE OF CREATURE WITH NO BRAIN AND NO EYES AND NO MOUTH. IT DOES NOTHING BUT LIVE AND PUT FORTH PETALS OF PERFECT CRIMSON WHERE NONE ARE THERE TO SEE. IT IS NOTHING EXCEPT A TINY YES IN THE NIGHT. AND YET...AND YET...IT HAS ENEMIES THAT BEAR ON IT A VICIOUS, UNBENDING MALICE, WHO WISH NOT ONLY FOR ITS TINY LIFE TO BE OVER BUT ALSO THAT IT HAD NEVER EXISTED. ARE YOU WITH ME SO FAR?

"Well, yes, but-"

GOOD. NOW, IMAGINE WHAT THEY THINK OF HUMANITY IMAGINE WHAT THEY THINK OF HUMANITY.

Susan was shocked. She had never heard her grandfather speak in anything other than calm tones. Now there was a cutting edge in his words.

"What are they?" she said.

WE MUST HURRY. THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME.

"I thought you always had time. I mean...whatever it is you want to stop, you can go back in time and-"

AND MEDDLE?.

"You've done it before..."