Sourcery

Eventually there was nothing but silence,but it was that particularly massive silence created by something moving very stealthily,as it might be,in search of somethingelse. The smallest wizard ate the tip of his hat out of sheer terror.

The silent mover grabbed him by the leg and pulled him gently but firmly out into the open, where he gibbered a bit with his eyes shut and then, when ghastly teeth failed to meet in his throat, ventured a quick glance.

The Librarian picked him up by the scruff of his neck and dangled him reflectively a foot off the ground, just out of reach of a small and elderly wire-haired terrier who was trying to remember how to bite people's ankles.

'Er-! said the wizard, and was then thrown in an almost flat trajectory through the broken doorway, where his fall was broken by the floor.

After a while a shadow next to him said, 'Well, that's it, then. Anyone seen that daft bastard Sco

And a shadow on the other side of him said, 'I think my neck's broken.'

'Who's that?'

'That daft bastard,' said the shadow, nastily.

'Oh. Sorry, Sco

Sco

'I'll show that wretched throwback to respect his evolutionary superiors-’ he snarled.

'Get him, lads!'

And Sco

'Sorry, but-’

'- you know that if you use-’

`- magic near the Library, with all the magic that's in there-’

'- get one thing wrong and it's a critical Mass and then -'

'BANG! Goodnight, world!'

Sco

Eventually he said, 'Right. You're right. Thank you. It was wrong of me to lose my temper like that. Clouded my judgement. Essential to be dispassionate. You're absolutely right. Thank you. Get off.

They risked it. Sco

'That monkey,' he said, 'has eaten its last banana. Fetch-’

'Er. Ape, Sco

He wilted under the stare.

'Who cares? Ape, monkey, what's the difference?' said Sco

'I don't know, Sco

'Shut up.'

'Yes, Sco

'You ghastly little man,' said Sco

He turned and added, in a voice as level as a sawblade: 'I am perfectly controlled. My mind is as cool as a bald mammoth. My intellect is absolutely in charge. Which one of you sat on my head? No, I must not get angry. I am not angry. I am thinking positively. My facul­ties are fully engaged - do any of you wish to argue?'

'No, Sco

'Then get me a dozen barrels of oil and all the kindling you can find! That ape's go

From high in the Library roof, home of owls and bats and other things, there was a clink of chain and the sound of glass being broken as respectfully as possible.

'They don't look very worried,' said Nijel, slightly affronted.

'How can I put this?' said Rincewind. 'When they come to write the list of Great Battle Cries of the World, "Erm, excuse me" won't be one of them.'

He stepped to one side. 'I'm not with him,' he said earnestly to a gri

The guards stared through him.

'Erm,’ he said.

'Okay,' he said.

He sidled back to Nijel.

'Are you any good with that sword?'

Without taking his eyes off the guards, Nijel fumbled in his pack and handed Rincewind the book.

'I've read the whole of chapter three,' he said. 'It's got illustrations.'

Rincewind turned over the crumpled pages. The book had been used so hard you could have shuffled it, but what was probably once the front cover showed a rather poor woodcut of a muscular man. He had arms like two bags full of footballs, and he was standing knee­deep in languorous women and slaughtered victims with a smug expression on his face.

About him was the legend: I

Rincewind looked again at the illustration, and then at Nijel.

'Seven days?'

'Well, I'm a slow reader.'

'Ah,' said Rincewind.

'And I didn't bother with chapter six, because I prom­ised my mother I'd stick with just the looting and pil­laging, until I find the right girl.'

'And this book teaches you how to be a hero?'

'Oh, yes. It's very good.' Nijel gave him a worried glance. 'That's all right, isn't it? It cost a lot of money.'

'Well, er. I suppose you’d better get on with it, then.'

Nijel squared his, for want of a better word, shoul­ders, and waved his sword again.

'You four had better just jolly well watch out,' he said, 'or ... hold on a moment.' He took the book from Rince­wind and riffled through the pages until he found what he was looking for, and continued, 'Yes, or "the chill winds of fate will blow through your bleached skel­etons,’ the legions of Hell will drown your living soul in acid". There. How dyou like them ... excuse me a moment ... apples?'

There was a metallic chord as four men drew their swords in perfect harmony.

Nijel's sword became a blur. It made a complicated figure eight in the air in front of him, spun over his arm, flicked from hand to hand behind his back, seemed to orbit his chest twice, and leapt like a salmon.

One or two of the harem ladies broke into spontan­eous applause. Even the guards looked impressed.

'That's a Triple Orcthrust with Extra Flip,' said Nijel proudly. 'I broke a lot of mirrors learning that. Look, they're stopping.'

'They've never seen anything like it, I imagine,' said Rincewind weakly, judging the distance to the doorway.

'I should think not.'

'Especially the last bit, where it stuck in the ceiling.'

Nijel looked upwards.

'Fu

'Search me.'

'Gosh, I'm sorry,' said Nijel, as the guards seemed to realise that the entertainment was over and closed in for the kill.

'Don't blame youself-’ said Rincewind, as Nijel reached up and tried unsuccessfully to free the blade.

'Thank you.'

'- I'll do it for you.'