Lords And Ladies Part 34
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"Entirely the wrong sort of clothes for the country!"
"I wasn't expecting a hike through the woods! This is a ceremonial d.a.m.n costume!"
"Take it off, then."
"Then how will anyone know I'm a wizard?"
"I'll be sure to tell them!"
Granny Weatherwax was getting rattled. She was also, despite everything that she'd said, getting lost. But the point was that you couldn't get lost between the weir at the bottom of the Lancre rapids and Lancre town itself. It was uphill all the way. Besides, she'd walked through the local forests all her life. They were her her forests. forests.
She was pretty sure they'd pa.s.sed the same tree twice. There was a bit of Ridcully's robe hanging on it.
It was like getting lost in her own garden.
She was also sure she'd seen the unicorn a couple of times. It was tracking them. She'd tried to get into its mind. She might as well have tried to climb an ice wall.
It wasn't as if her own mind was tranquil. But now at least she knew she was sane.
When the walls between the universes are thin, when the parallel strands of If bunch together to pa.s.s through the Now, then certain things leak across. Tiny signals, perhaps, but audible to a receiver skilled enough.
In her head were the faint, insistent thoughts of a thousand Esme Weatherwaxes.
Magrat wasn't sure what to pack. Most of her original clothes seemed to have evaporated since she'd been in the castle, and it was hardly good manners to take the ones Verence had bought for her. The same applied to the engagement ring. She wasn't sure if you were allowed to keep it.
She glared at herself in the mirror.
She'd have to stop thinking like this. She seemed to have spent her whole life trying to make herself small, trying to be polite, apologizing when people walked over her, trying to be good-mannered good-mannered. And what had happened? People had treated her as if she was small and polite and good-mannered.
She'd stick the, the, the d.a.m.n d.a.m.n letter on the mirror, so they'd all know why she'd gone. letter on the mirror, so they'd all know why she'd gone.
She'd a d.a.m.n d.a.m.n good mind to go off to one of the cities and become a courtesan. good mind to go off to one of the cities and become a courtesan.
Whatever that that was. was.
And then she heard the singing.
It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful sound Magrat had ever heard. It flowed straight through the ears and into the hindbrain, into the blood, into the bone...
A silk camisole dropped from her fingers on to the floor.
She wrenched at the door, and a tiny part of her mind still capable of rational thought remembered about the key.
The song filled the pa.s.sageway. She gripped some folds of the wedding dress to make running easier and hurried toward the stairs...
Something bulleted out of another doorway and bore her to the floor.
It was Shawn Ogg. Through the chromatic haze she could see his worried face peering out from its hood of rusty- -iron.
The song changed while staying the same. The complex harmonies, the fascinating rhythm did not alter but suddenly grated, as if she was hearing the song through different ears.
She was dragged into the doorway.
"Are you all right, Miss Queen?"
"What's happening?"
"Dunno, Miss Queen. But I think we've got elves."
"Elves?"
"And they've got Miss Tockley. Um. You know you took the iron away-"
"What are are you talking about, Shawn?" you talking about, Shawn?"
Shawn's face was white.
"That one down the dungeons started singing, and they'd put their mark on her, so she's doing what they want-"
"Shawn!"
"And Mum said they don't kill you, if they can help it. Not right away. You're much more fun if you're not dead."
Magrat stared at him.
"I had to run away! She was trying to get my hood off! I had to leave her, miss! You understand, miss?"
"Elves?"
"You got to hold on to something iron, miss! They hate iron!"
She slapped his face, hurting her fingers on the mail.
"You're gabbling, Shawn!"
"They're out there, miss! I heard the drawbridge go down! They're out there and we're in here and they don't kill you, they keep you alive-"
"Stand to attention, soldier!"
It was all she could think of. It seemed to work. Shawn pulled himself together.
"Look," said Magrat, "everyone knows there really aren't any elves any mo..." Her voice faded. Her eyes narrowed. "Everyone but Magrat Garlick knows different, yes?"
Shawn shook. Magrat grabbed his shoulders.
"Me mum and Mistress Weatherwax said you wasn't to know!" Shawn wailed. "They said it was witch business!"
"And where are they now, when they've got some witch business to mind?" said Magrat. "I don't see them, do you? Are they behind the door? No! Are they under the bed? How strange, they're not...there's just me, Shawn Ogg. And if you don't tell me everything you know right now I'll make you regret the day I was born."
Shawn's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he considered this. Then he shook himself free of Magrat's grasp and listened at the door.
The singing had stopped. For a moment Magrat thought she heard footsteps outside the door, hurrying away.
"Well, Miss Queen, our mum and Mistress Weatherwax was up at the Dancers-"
Magrat listened.
Finally she said, "And where's everyone now?"
"Dunno, miss. All gone to the Entertainment...but they ought to've been back by now."
"Where's the Entertainment?"
"Dunno, miss. Miss?"
"Yes?"
"Why've you got your wedding dress on?"
"Never you mind."
"It's unlucky for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding," said Shawn, taking refuge in run-of-the-mill idiocies to relieve his terror.
"It will be for him if I see him first," snarled Magrat.
"Miss?"
"Yes?"
"I'm feared about what's happened to everyone. Our Jason said they'd be back in an hour or so, and that was hours ago."
"But there's almost a hundred guests and everyone from the town, practically. Elves couldn't do anything to them."
"They wouldn't have to, miss." Shawn went to the unglazed window. "Look, miss. I can drop down on to the granary in the stable yard from here. It's thatch, I'll be all right. Then I can sneak around the kitchens and out by the little gate by the hubward tower with military precision."
"What for?"
"To get help, miss."
"But you don't know if there's any help to get get."
"Can you think of anything else, miss?"
She couldn't.
"It's very...brave of you, Shawn," said Magrat.
"You stay here and you'll be right as rain," said Shawn. "Tell you what...How about if I lock the door and take the key with me? Then even if they sing at you they can't can't get you to open the door." get you to open the door."
Magrat nodded.
Shawn tried to smile. "Wish we had another suit of mail," he said. "But it's all in the armory."
"I'll be fine," said Magrat. "Off you go, then."
Shawn nodded. He waited for a moment on the window ledge, and then dropped into the darkness.
Magrat pushed the bed against the door and sat on it.
It occurred to her that she should have gone as well. But that would mean leaving the castle empty, and that didn't feel right.
Besides, she was scared.
There was one candle in the room, and that was half burned down. When it was gone, there'd be nothing but the moonlight. Magrat had always liked moonlight. Up to now.
It was quiet outside. There should be the noises of the town.
It crept over her that letting Shawn go away with a key to the door was not a wholly sensible thing, because if they caught him they could open- There was a scream, which went on for a long time.
And then the night rolled back in again.
After a few minutes there was a scrabbling at the lock, such as might be made by someone trying to manipulate a key held in several thicknesses of cloth, so as not to come into contact with the iron.
The door began to open, and wedged up against the bed.
"Will you not step outside, lady?"
The door creaked again.
"Will you not come dance with us, pretty lady?"
The voice had strange harmonics and an echo that buzzed around the inside of the head for several seconds after the last word had been spoken.
The door burst open.
Three figures slid into the room. One looked up the bed, and the others poked into dark corners. Then one of them crossed to the window and looked out.
The crumbling wall stretched down to the thatched roof entirely unoccupied.
The figure nodded to two more shapes in the courtyard, its blond hair glowing in the moonlight.
One of them pointed up, to where a figure, its long white dress billowing in the breeze, was climbing up the wall of the keep.
The elf laughed. This was going to be more enjoyable than it'd suspected.
Lords And Ladies Part 34
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