Discworld - The Colour of Magic Part 6

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The guard glanced down the deserted street, and now caught the glimmer of moonlight on something lying in the mud a few yards away. He picked it up. The lunar light gleamed on gold, and his intake of breath was almost loud enough to echo down the alleyway.

There was a slight sound again, and another coin rolled into the gutter on the other side of the street.

By the time he had picked it up there was another one, a little way off and still spinning. Gold was, he remembered, said to be formed from the crystallized light of stars. Until now he had never believed it to be true, that something as heavy as gold could fall naturally from the sky.

As he drew level with the opposite alley mouth some more fell. It was still in its bag, there was an awful lot of it, and Rincewind brought it down heavily onto his head.

When the guard came to he found himself looking up into the wild-eyed face of a wizard, who was menacing his throat with a sword. In the darkness, too, something was gripping his leg.

It was the disconcerting sort of grip that suggested that the gripper could grip a whole lot harder, if he wanted to.

"Where is he, the rich foreigner?" hissed the wizard. "Quickly!"

"What's holding my leg?" said the man, with a note of terror in his voice. He tried to wriggle free. The pressure increased.

"You wouldn't want to know," said Rincewind. "Pay attention, please. Where's the foreigner?"

"Not here! They've got him at Broadman's place! Everyone's looking for him! You're Rincewind, aren't you? The box-the box that bites people-ononono...plea.s.ssse..."

Rincewind had gone. The guard felt the unseen leg gripper release his-or, as he was beginning to fear, its its-hold. Then, as he tried to pull himself to his feet, something something big and heavy and square cannoned into him out of the dark and plunged off after the wizard. Something with hundreds of tiny feet. big and heavy and square cannoned into him out of the dark and plunged off after the wizard. Something with hundreds of tiny feet.

With only his homemade phrase book to help him, Twoflower was trying to explain the mysteries of inn-sewer-ants inn-sewer-ants to Broadman. The fat innkeeper was listening intently, his little black eyes glittering. to Broadman. The fat innkeeper was listening intently, his little black eyes glittering.

From the other end of the table Ymor watched with mild amus.e.m.e.nt, occasionally feeding one of his ravens with sc.r.a.ps from his plate. Beside him Withel paced up and down.

"You fret too much," said Ymor, without taking his eyes from the two men opposite him. "I can feel it, Stren. Who would dare attack us here? And the gutter wizard will come. He's too much of a coward not to. And he'll try to bargain. And we shall have him. And the gold. And the chest."

Withel's one eye glared, and he smacked a fist into the palm of a black-gloved hand.

"Who would have thought there was so much sapient pearwood in the whole of the Disc?" he said. "How could we have known?"

"You fret too much, Stren. I'm sure you can do better this time," said Ymor pleasantly.

The lieutenant snorted in disgust, and strode off around the room to bully his men. Ymor carried on watching the tourist.

It was strange, but the little man didn't seem to realize the seriousness of his position. Ymor had on several occasions seen him look around the room with an expression of deep satisfaction. He had also been talking for ages to Broadman, and Ymor had seen a piece of paper change hands. And Broadman had given the foreigner some coins. It was strange.

When Broadman got up and waddled past Ymor's chair the thiefmaster's arm shot out like a steel spring and grabbed the fat man by his ap.r.o.n.

"What was that all about, friend?" asked Ymor quietly.

"N-nothing, Ymor. Just private business, like."

"There are no secrets between friends, Broadman."

"Yar. Well, I'm not sure about it myself, really. It's a sort of bet, see?" said the innkeeper nervously. "Inn-sewer-ants, it's called. It's like a bet that the Broken Drum won't get burned down."

Ymor held the man's gaze until Broadman twitched in fear and embarra.s.sment. Then the thiefmaster laughed.

"This worm-eaten old tinder pile?" he said. "The man must be mad!"

"Yes, but mad with money. He says now he's got the-can't remember the word, begins with a P, it's what you might call the stake money-the people he works for in the Agatean Empire will pay up. If the Broken Drum burns down. Not that I hope it does. Burn down. The Broken Drum, I mean. I mean, it's like a home to me, is the Drum..."

"Not entirely stupid, are you?" said Ymor, and pushed the innkeeper away.

The door slammed back on its hinges and thudded into the wall.

"Hey, that's my door!" screamed Broadman. Then he realized who was standing at the top of the steps, and ducked behind the table a mere shaving of time before a short black dart sped across the room and thunked into the woodwork.

Ymor moved his hand carefully, and poured out another flagon of beer.

"Won't you join me, Zlorf?" he said levelly. "And put that sword away, Stren. Zlorf Flannelfoot is our friend."

The president of the a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild spun his short blowgun dexterously and slotted it into its holster in one smooth movement.

"Stren!" said Ymor.

The black-clad thief hissed, and sheathed his sword. But he kept his hand on the hilt, and his eyes on the a.s.sa.s.sin.

That wasn't easy. Promotion in the a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild was by compet.i.tive examination, the Practical being the most important-indeed, the only-part. Thus Zlorf's broad, honest face was a welt of scar tissue, the result of many a close encounter. It probably hadn't been all that good looking in any case-it was said that Zlorf had chosen a profession in which dark hoods, cloaks and nocturnal prowlings figured largely because there was a day-fearing trollish streak in his parentage. People who said this in earshot of Zlorf tended to carry their ears home in their hats.

He strolled down the stairs, followed by a number of a.s.sa.s.sins. When he was directly in front of Ymor he said: "I've come for the tourist."

"Is it any of your business, Zlorf?"

"Yes. Grinjo, Urmond-take him."

Two of the a.s.sa.s.sins stepped forward. Then Stren was in front of them, his sword appearing to materialize an inch from their throats without having to pa.s.s through the intervening air.

"Possibly I could only kill one of you," he murmured, "but I suggest you ask yourselves-which one?"

"Look up, Zlorf," said Ymor.

A row of yellow, baleful eyes looked down from the darkness among the rafters.

"One step more and you'll leave here with fewer eyeb.a.l.l.s than you came with," said the thiefmaster. "So sit down and have a drink, Zlorf, and let's talk about this sensibly. I I thought we had an agreement. You don't rob-I don't kill. Not for payment, that is," he added after a pause. thought we had an agreement. You don't rob-I don't kill. Not for payment, that is," he added after a pause.

Zlorf took the proferred beer.

"So?" he said. "I'll kill him. Then you rob him. Is he that funny looking one over there?"

"Yes."

Zlorf stared at Twoflower, who grinned at him. He shrugged. He seldom wasted time wondering why people wanted other people dead. It was just a living.

"Who is your client, may I ask?" said Ymor.

Zlorf held up a hand. "Please!" he protested. "Professional etiquette."

"Of course. By the way-"

"Yes?"

"I believe I have a couple of guards outside-"

"Had."

"And some others in the doorway across the street-"

"Formerly."

"And two bowmen on the roof."

A flicker of doubt pa.s.sed across Zlorf's face, like the last shaft of sunlight over a badly plowed field.

The door flew open, badly damaging the a.s.sa.s.sin who was standing beside it.

"Stop doing that!" shrieked Broadman, from under his table.

Zlorf and Ymor stared up at the figure on the threshold. It was short, fat and richly dressed. Very richly dressed. There were a number of tall, big shapes looming behind it. Very big, threatening threatening shapes. shapes.

"Who's that?" said Zlorf.

"I know him," said Ymor. "His name's Rerpf. He runs the Groaning Platter tavern down by Bra.s.s Bridge. Stren-remove him."

Rerpf held up a beringed hand. Stren Withel hesitated halfway to the door as several very large trolls ducked under the doorway and stood on either side of the fat man, blinking in the light. Muscles the size of melons bulged in forearms like floursacks. Each troll held a double-headed ax. Between thumb and forefinger.

Broadman erupted from cover, his face suffused with rage.

"Out!" he screamed. "Get those trolls out of here!"

No one moved. The room was suddenly quiet. Broadman looked around quickly. It began to dawn on him just what he had said, and to whom. A whimper escaped from his lips, glad to be free.

He reached the doorway to his cellars just as one of the trolls, with a lazy flick of one ham-sized hand, sent his ax whirling across the room. The slam of the door and its subsequent splitting as the ax hit it merged into one sound.

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!" exclaimed Zlorf Flannelfoot.

"What do you want?" said Ymor.

"I am here on behalf of the Guild of Merchants and Traders," said Rerpf evenly. "To protect our interests, you might say. Meaning the little man."

Ymor wrinkled his brows.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I heard you say the Guild of Merchants?"

"And traders," agreed Rerpf. Behind him now, in addition to more trolls, were several humans that Ymor vaguely recognized. He had seen them, maybe, behind counters and bars. Shadowy figures, usually-easily ignored, easily forgotten. At the back of his mind a bad feeling began to grow. He thought about how it might be to be, say, a fox confronted with an angry sheep. A sheep, moreover, that could afford to employ wolves.

"How long has this-Guild-been in existence, may I ask?" he said.

"Since this afternoon," said Rerpf. "I'm vice-guildmaster in charge of tourism, you know."

"What is this tourism of which you speak?"

"Uh-we are not quite sure..." said Rerpf. An old bearded man poked his head over the guildmaster's shoulder and cackled, "Speaking on behalf of the winesellers of Morpork, Tourism means Business. See?"

"Well?" said Ymor coldly.

"Well," said Rerpf, "we're protecting our interests, like I said."

"Thieves OUT, Thieves OUT!" cackled his elderly companion." Several others took up the chant. Zlorf grinned. "And a.s.sa.s.sins," chanted the old man. Zlorf growled.

"Stands to reason," said Rerpf. "People robbing and murdering all over place, what sort of impression are visitors going to take away? You come all the way to see our fine city with its many points of historical and civic interest, also many quaint customs, and you wake up dead in some back alley or as it might be floating down the Ankh, how are you going to tell all your friends what a great time you're having? Let's face it, you've got to move with the times."

Zlorf and Ymor met each other's gaze.

"We have, have we?" said Ymor.

"Then let us move, brother," agreed Zlorf. In one movement he brought his blowgun to his mouth and sent a dart hissing toward the nearest troll. It spun around, hurling its ax, which whirred over the a.s.sa.s.sin's head and buried itself in a luckless thief behind him.

Rerpf ducked, allowing a troll behind him to raise its huge iron crossbow and fire a spear length quarrel into the nearest a.s.sa.s.sin. That was the start...

It has been remarked before that those who are sensitive to radiations in the far octarine-the eighth color, the pigment of the Imagination-can see things that others cannot.

Thus it was that Rincewind, hurrying through the crowded, flare-lit evening bazaars of Morpork with the Luggage trundling behind him, jostled a tall dark figure, turned to deliver a few suitable curses, and beheld Death.

It had to be Death. No one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue. As Rincewind stared in horror a courting couple, laughing at some private joke, walked straight through the apparition without appearing to notice it.

Death, insofar as it was possible in a face with no movable features, looked surprised.

RINCEWIND? Death said, in tones as deep and heavy as the slamming of leaden doors, far underground.

"Um," said Rincewind, trying to back away from that eyeless stare.

BUT WHY ARE YOU HERE? (Boom, boom went crypt lids, in the worm haunted fastnesses under old mountains...) "Um, why not?" said Rincewind. "Anyway, I'm sure you've got lots to do, so if you'll just-"

I WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU JOSTLED ME WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU JOSTLED ME, RINCEWIND, FOR FOR I I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEE THIS VERY NIGHT HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEE THIS VERY NIGHT.

"Oh no, not-"

OF COURSE, WHAT WHAT'S SO b.l.o.o.d.y VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS IS THAT I I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN P PSEPHOPOLOLIS.

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