Interesting Times

been similarly positioned in the mind of the young lady. No one dressed like that, he was coming to realize, could be thinking of any kind of root vegetable.
    He sighed. “All right, what happens now?”
    “How do you feel?”
    Rincewind shook his head. “It’s no good,” he said. “I hate it when people are nice to me. It means something bad is going to happen. Do you mind shouting?”
    Ridcully had had enough. “Get out of that bed you horrible little man and follow me this minute or it will go very hard for you!”
    “Ah, that’s better. I feel right at home now. Now we’re cooking with charcoal,” said Rincewind, glumly. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up carefully.
    Ridcully stopped halfway to the door, where the other wizards had lined up.
    “Runes?”
    “Yes, Archchancellor?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, his voice oozing innocence.
    “What is that you’ve got behind your back?”
    “Sorry, Archchancellor?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
    “Looks like some kind of tool,” said Ridcully.
    “Oh, this ,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, as if he’d only just at that moment noticed the eight-pound lump hammer he’d been holding. “My word…it’s a hammer , isn’t it? My word. A hammer. I suppose I must just have…picked it up somewhere. You know. To keep the place tidy.”
    “And I can’t help noticing,” said Ridcully, “that the Dean seems to be tryin’ to conceal a battle-axe about his person.”
    There was a musical twang from the rear of the Chair of Indefinite Studies.
    “And that sounded like a saw to me,” said Ridcully. “Is there anyone here not concealin’ some kind of implement? Right. Would anyone care to explain what the hell you think you’re doin’?”
    “Hah, you don’t know what it was like,” muttered the Dean, not meeting the Archchancellor’s eye. “A man daren’t turn his back for five minutes in those days. You’d hear the patter of those damn feet and—”
    Ridcully ignored him. He put an arm around Rincewind’s bony shoulders and led the way towards the Great Hall.
    “Well, now, Rincewind,” he said. “They tell me you’re no good at magic.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Never passed any exams or anything?”
    “None, I’m afraid.”
    “But everyone calls you Rincewind the wizard.”
    Rincewind looked at his feet. “Well, I kind of worked here as sort of deputy Librarian—”
    “—an ape’s number two—” said the Dean.
    “—and, you know, did odd jobs and things and kind of, you know, helped out—”
    “ I say, did anyone notice that? An ape’s number two? Rather clever, I thought .”
    “But you have never, in fact, actually been entitled to call yourself a wizard?” said Ridcully.
    “Not technically, I suppose…”
    “I see . That is a problem.”
    “I’ve got this hat with the word ‘Wizzard’ on it,” said Rincewind hopefully.
    “Not a great help, I’m afraid. Hmm. This presents us with a bit of a difficulty, I’m afraid. Let me see…How long can you hold your breath?”
    “ I don’t know. A couple of minutes. Is that important?”
    “It is in the context of being nailed upside down to one of the supports of the Brass Bridge for two high tides and then being beheaded which, I’m afraid, is the statutory punishment for impersonating a wizard. I looked it up. No one was more sorry than me, I can tell you. But the Lore is the Lore.”
    “Oh, no!”
    “Sorry. No alternative. Otherwise we’d be knee-deep in people in pointy hats they’d no right to. It’s a terrible shame. Can’t do a thing. Wish I could. Hands tied. The statutes say you can only be a wizard by passing through the University in the normal way or by performing some great service of benefit to magic, and I’m afraid that—”
    “Couldn’t you just send me back to my island? I liked it there. It was dull!”
    Ridcully shook his head sadly.
    “No can do, I’m afraid. The offence has been committed over a period of many years. And since you haven’t passed any exams or performed,” Ridcully raised his voice slightly, “ any service of great benefit to magic , I’m afraid I shall have to instruct the bledlows * to fetch some rope and—”
    “Er. I think I may have saved the world a couple of times,” said Rincewind. “Does that help?”
    “Did anyone from the University see you do it?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    Ridcully shook his head. “Probably doesn’t count, then. It’s a shame, because