Thud! - A Novel Of Discworld Part 31

"Ardent said there's always a troll. A troll got into the mine," said Helmclever. "The grags said yes, that must have been it."

"But they knew the truth!" Click/click...click...click. Three more dwarfs gone, just like that...

"Truth is what a grag says it is," said Helmclever. "The sunlight world is a bad dream anyway. Ardent said no one was to speak about it. He said I was to tell all the guards...about the troll."

Blame it on a troll, Vimes thought. For a dwarf, that came naturally. A big troll did it and ran away. This isn't just a can of worms, it's a nest of b.l.o.o.d.y vipers!

He stared at the board. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. I'm running into a wall here. What am I left with? Brick saw a dwarf hitting another dwarf, but that wasn't the murder-that was Ardent or someone giving Hamcrusher's dead body that distinctive, bashed-by-a-troll look. I'm not actually certain that's a major crime. The murder murder was done in the dark by one of six dwarfs, and the other five might not even know who did it! Okay, maybe I can say they conspired to conceal a crime...hold on... was done in the dark by one of six dwarfs, and the other five might not even know who did it! Okay, maybe I can say they conspired to conceal a crime...hold on...

"But it wasn't Ardent who said that the Watch Watch should not be told," he said. "That was you, wasn't it? Did you should not be told," he said. "That was you, wasn't it? Did you want want me to be angry, Mr. Helmclever?" He moved a dwarf. Click. me to be angry, Mr. Helmclever?" He moved a dwarf. Click.

Helmclever looked down.

Since no answer was forthcoming, Vimes captured the wandering troll and placed it beside the board.

"I did not think you would come." Helmclever's voice was barely audible. "Hamcrusher was...I think...I didn't...Ardent said you wouldn't worry, because the grag was such a danger. He said the grag had ordered the miners to be killed, and so now it was ended. But I thought it...I...it wasn't right. Things were wrong! I heard you were full of pride. I had to get you...interested. He...he..."

"You thought I wouldn't be? A troll is accused of murdering a dwarf, at a time like this, and I wouldn't wouldn't be interested?" said Vimes. be interested?" said Vimes.

"Ardent said that you would not be, because no humans were involved. He said you would not care what happens to dwarfs."

"He ought to get out in the fresh air more!"

Helmclever's eyes and nose were running now, and dripping on the board. A storm stops the battle, Vimes thought. Then the dwarf lifted his head and wailed. "It was the club the troll Mr. s.h.i.+ne gave me for winning five games in a row," he wailed. "He was my friend! He said I was as good as a troll, so I should have a club! I told Ardent it was a war trophy! But he took it and bashed that poor dead body!"

Water dripping on a stone, Vimes thought. And it depends on where the drops fall, right, Mr. s.h.i.+ne? What good has it done this poor devil? He wasn't in the right job to have doubt enter his life!

"All right, Mr. Helmclever, thank you for this," he said, sitting back. "There is just one thing, though. Do you know who sent those dwarfs to my house?"

"What dwarfs?"

Vimes stared into the weeping, red-rimmed eyes. Their owner was either telling the truth or the stage had missed a major talent.

"They came to attack me and my family," he said.

"I...did hear Ardent talking to the captain of the guard," Helmclever murmured. "Something about...a warning..."

"A warning? Do you call-" Vimes began and stopped when he saw Bashfullsson shaking his head. Right. Right. No point in taking it out on this one. He's had all the stuffing knocked out of him in any case. Do you call-" Vimes began and stopped when he saw Bashfullsson shaking his head. Right. Right. No point in taking it out on this one. He's had all the stuffing knocked out of him in any case.

"They are very frightened now," Helmclever said. "They don't understand the city. They don't understand why trolls are allowed here. They don't understand people who don't...understand them. They fear you. They fear everything, now."

"Where have they gone?"

"I don't know. Ardent said they would have gone now anyway, because they've got the cube and the painting," said Helmclever. "He said the painting will show where there are more lies, and those can be destroyed. But they fear most of all the Summoning Dark, Commander. They can feel it coming for them."

"It's only a drawing," said Vimes. "I don't believe in it."

"I do," said Helmclever calmly. "It is in this room. How does it come? It comes in darkness and in vengeance and in disguise."

Vimes felt his skin twitch. n.o.bby looked around the grimy stone walls. Bashfullsson sat bolt upright in his chair. Even Fred Colon s.h.i.+fted uneasily.

This is just mystic stuff, Vimes told himself. It's not even human mystic stuff. I don't belive in it. So why does it feel a bit chilly in here?

He coughed. "Well, once it knows they've gone, I expect it'll head out after them."

"And it will come for me," said Helmclever in the same calm voice. He folded his hands in front of him.

"Why? You didn't kill anybody," said Vimes.

"You don't understand! They...they...when they killed the miners, one was not all the way dead, and, and, and we could hear him hammering on the door with his fists, and I stood in the tunnel and listened to him die and I wished wished him dead so that the noise would stop, but, but, but when it did, it went on in my head, and I could, I could, I could have turned the wheel but I was afraid of the dark guards who have no souls, and because of that the darkness will take mine..." him dead so that the noise would stop, but, but, but when it did, it went on in my head, and I could, I could, I could have turned the wheel but I was afraid of the dark guards who have no souls, and because of that the darkness will take mine..."

The little voice died away.

There was a nervous cough from n.o.bby.

"Well, thank you again," said Vimes. Good grief, they really messed up his head, poor little sod.

And I've got nothing, he thought. I might get Ardent on a charge of falsifying evidence. I can't put Brick in the witness box, because I'll simply be proving that there was was a troll in the mine. All I've got is young Helmclever here, who's clearly unfit to testify. a troll in the mine. All I've got is young Helmclever here, who's clearly unfit to testify.

He turned to Bashfullsson, and shrugged. "I think I'd like to keep our friend here tonight, for his own good. I can't imagine there's anywhere else for him to go. The statement he made is, of course, covered by..."

Now his his voice trailed off as his memory nudged him. He turned back in his chair to glare at the sorrowful Helmclever. voice trailed off as his memory nudged him. He turned back in his chair to glare at the sorrowful Helmclever.

"What painting?" he said. he said.

"The painting of the Battle of Koom Valley by Methodia Rascal," said the dwarf, not looking up. "It's very big. They stole it from the museum."

"What?" said Fred Colon, who was making tea in the corner. "It was them?"

"What? You You know about this, Fred?" Vimes demanded. know about this, Fred?" Vimes demanded.

"We, yes, Mister Vimes, we did a report-"

"Koom Valley, Koom Valley, Koom Valley!" roared Vimes, slapping his hand down on the table so hard that the candlesticks jumped into the air. "A report? What the h.e.l.l good's a report? Have I got time these days to read reports? Why doesn't someone tell tell me these thi-" me these thi-"

One candlestick rolled on to the floor and went out. Vimes grabbed for the other as it reached the edge of the table, but it spun away from his fingers and landed wick-first on the flagstones.

Darkness fell like an axe.

Helmclever groaned. It was a heartfelt, soul-creaking groan, like a death rattle from a living mouth.

"n.o.bby!" screamed Vimes. screamed Vimes. "Light a G.o.dsd.a.m.n match right now and that's a G.o.dsd.a.m.n order!" "Light a G.o.dsd.a.m.n match right now and that's a G.o.dsd.a.m.n order!"

There was a frantic scrabbling in the dark, and then a match-head was a sudden supernova.

"Well, bring it here, man!" he shouted to n.o.bby. "Get those candles lit!"

Helmclever was still staring at the table, where the ill-tempered thump had scattered the remains of the game.

Vimes glanced down at the game board as the candle flames grew.

If you were the kind to see things, you'd say that the trolls and dwarfs had fallen in a rough circle around the central rock, while a few more dwarfs had rolled away in a line. You'd say, in fact, that from above, they formed the shape of a round eye. With a tail.

Helmclever gave a little sigh and slipped sideways onto the floor.

Vimes stood up to help him, and then remembered just in time about politics. He forced himself to back away, hands in the air.

"Mr. Bashfullsson?" he said. "I can't touch him. Please?"

The grag nodded, and knelt down by the dwarf.

"No pulse, no heartbeat," he announced after a few seconds. "I'm sorry, Commander."

"Then it looks as though I'm now in your hands," said Vimes.

"Indeed. In the hands of a dwarf," said the grag, standing up. "Commander Vimes, I will swear that Helmclever was treated with nothing but concern and courtesy while I was here. And perhaps with more kindness from you than a dwarf might have a right to expect. His death is not on your hands. The Summoning Dark called him. Dwarfs will understand."

"Well, I don't! Why'd it kill him? What did the poor b.u.g.g.e.r do?"

"I think it's more true to say that the fear fear of the Summoning Dark killed him," said the grag. "He left a miner trapped, heard his cries in the dark, and did nothing. To all dwarfs, that is a terrible crime." of the Summoning Dark killed him," said the grag. "He left a miner trapped, heard his cries in the dark, and did nothing. To all dwarfs, that is a terrible crime."

"As bad as wiping away a word?" said Vimes sourly. He felt more shaken up than he'd care to admit. He shouldn't have slapped the table like that, but he'd been so angry angry. Now his hand hurt more than ever.

"Some would say it is far worse. His own guilt and fear killed Helmclever. It's as if he had his own Summoning Dark in his head," said Bashfullsson. "In a way, perhaps, we all have, Commander. Or something similar."

"You know, your religion really messes people up," said Vimes.

"Not in comparison to what they do to one another," said Bashfullsson, calmly folding the dead dwarf's hands across his chest. "And it is not a religion, Commander. Tak wrote the World and the Laws, and then He left us. He does not require that we think of Him, only that we think."

He stood up. "I shall explain the situation to my fellows, Commander. Incidentally, I would ask you to take me with you to Koom Valley."

"Did I say I was going to Koom Valley?" said Vimes.

"All right," said the grag calmly. "Let's say, then, that should should the mood take you to go to Koom Valley, you will take me? I know the place, I know the history, I even know quite a lot about mine sign, especially the Major Darknesses. I may be useful." the mood take you to go to Koom Valley, you will take me? I know the place, I know the history, I even know quite a lot about mine sign, especially the Major Darknesses. I may be useful."

"You demand all that just for telling the truth?" said Vimes.

"As a matter of fact, no. J'ds hasfak 'ds' J'ds hasfak 'ds': 'I bargain with no axe in my hand.' I will tell the truth whatever you decide," said Bashfullsson. "However, since you are not going to Koom Valley, Commander, I will not press you. It was only an idle thought."

Fun. What is it good for? What is it good for?

It's not pleasure, joy, delight, enjoyment, or glee. It's a hollow, cruel, vicious little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, a word for something sought with a hilarious couple of wobbly antennae on your head and the words I WANT IT I WANT IT! on your s.h.i.+rt, and it tends to leave you waking up with your face stuck to the street.

Somehow, Angua had acquired a magenta feather boa. It wasn't her. It wasn't anyone. It had just turned up. The sheer fakery of it made her more gloomy. Something was nagging at the back of her mind, and it annoyed her that she didn't know what it was.

They had ended up in Biers, as she knew they would. It was the undead bar, although it tolerated anyone who wasn't too normal.

It certainly tolerated Tawneee. She just didn't get it, did she? The reason why men never talked to her? The trouble was, thought Angua, that n.o.bby wasn't actually a bad...person. As such. As far as she knew, he'd always been faithful to Miss Pushpram, which was to say that when it came to being hit with a fish and then pelted with clams, he never thought of any other girl but her. He actually had quite a romantic soul, but it was encased in what could only be called...n.o.bby n.o.bbs.

Sally had accompanied Tawneee to the ladies', which was always wise in Biers. Now Angua was staring at yet another c.o.c.ktail menu, painted on a board above the bar, in a very shaky script, by Igor.*

He's done his best to flow with the zeitgeist, or would have done if he'd known what the word meant, but had totally failed to grasp the subtleties of the modern c.o.c.ktail bar, so that the drinks on offer included

HAVIN YOU TEEF SMASHED IN BY A BIG STINKY FIST.

HEAD NAILED TO THE DOOR.

KICK INNA FORK.

LIKE BIG LUMP OF STEEL HAMMER FRU YOU EARS.

NECK BOLT.

Actually, the Neck Bolt wasn't too bad, Angua had to admit.

"'S'cuse me," said Cheery, teetering on a bar stool, "but what was all that about Tawneee? I could see you and Sally nodding to each other!"

"That? Oh, it's the jerk syndrome." Angua remembered who she was talking to, and added: "Er...dwarfs probably don't have that. It means...sometimes a woman is so beautiful that any man with half a brain isn't going to think think of asking her out, okay? Because it's of asking her out, okay? Because it's obvious obvious that she's far too grand for the likes of him. Are you with me?" that she's far too grand for the likes of him. Are you with me?"

"I think so."

"Well, that's Tawneee. And, for the purposes of this explanation, n.o.bby has not got half a brain. He's so used to women saying no when he asks them out that he's not afraid of being blown off. So he asks her, because he figures, why not? And she she, who by now thinks there's something wrong with her, is so grateful she says okay."

"But she likes likes him." him."

"I know. That's where it all gets strange."

"It's much simpler for dwarfs," said Cheery.

"I expect it is."

"But probably not as much fun," said Cheery, looking crestfallen.

Tawneee was returning. Angua ordered three Neck Bolts while Cheery hopefully negotiated for a Screaming o.r.g.a.s.m.*And then, with occasional a.s.sistance from Sally, Angua explained to Tawneee the facts of...well...everything.

It took some while. You had to keep changing the shape of sentences to get them to fit into the currently available s.p.a.ce in Tawneee's brain. Angua clung to the idea, though, that the girl couldn't be that that stupid. She worked in a strip club, didn't she? stupid. She worked in a strip club, didn't she?