Interesting Times

before.”
    “Oh, women are like deer,” said Cohen loftily. “You can’t just charge in, you gotta stalk ’em—”
    “Hur, hur, h—Sorry,” said Caleb, catching Mr. Saveloy’s stern eye.
    “I think perhaps we should end the lesson here,” said Mr. Saveloy. “We don’t want to get you too civilized, do we…? I suggest we take a stroll around the Forbidden City, yes?”
    They’d all seen it. It dominated the center of Hunghung. Its walls were forty feet high.
    “There’s a lot of soldiers guarding the gates,” said Cohen.
    “So they should. A great treasure lies within,” said Mr. Saveloy. He didn’t raise his eyes, though. He seemed to be staring intently at the ground, as though searching for something he’d lost.
    “Why don’t we just rush up and kill the guards?” Caleb demanded. He was still feeling a bit shaken.
    “Whut?”
    “Don’t be daft,” said Cohen. “It’d take all day. Anyway,” he added, feeling a little proud despite himself, “Teach here is goin’ to get us in on an invisible duck, ain’t that so, Teach?”
    Mr. Saveloy stopped.
    “Ah. Eureka,” he said.
    “That’s Ephebian, that is,” Cohen told the Horde. “It means ‘Give me a towel.’”
    “Oh, yeah,” said Caleb, who had been surreptitiously trying to untangle the knots in his beard. “And when were you ever in Ephebe?”
    “Went bounty hunting there once.”
    “Who for?”
    “You, I think.”
    “Hah! Did you find me?”
    “Dunno. Nod your head and see if it falls off.”
    “Ah. Gentlemen…behold…”
    Mr. Saveloy’s orthopaedic sandal was prodding an ornamental metal square in the ground.
    “Behold what?” said Truckle.
    “Whut?”
    “We should look for more of these,” said Mr. Saveloy. “But I think we have it. All we need to do now is wait until dark.”

    There was an argument going on. All Rincewind could make out were the voices; another sack had been tied over his head, while he himself was tied to a pillar.
    “Does he even look like a Great Wizard?”
    “That’s what it says on his hat in the language of ghosts—”
    “So you say!”
    “What about the testimony of Four Big Sandal, then?”
    “He was overtaxed. He could have imagined it!”
    “I did not! He came out of thin air, flying like a dragon! He knocked over five soldiers. And Three Maximum Luck saw it also. And the others. And then he freed an ancient man and turned him into a mighty fighting warrior!”
    “And he can speak our language, just as it says in the book.”
    “All right. Supposing he is the Great Wizard? Then we should kill him now!”
    In the darkness of his sack, Rincewind shook his head furiously.
    “Why?”
    “He will be on the side of the Emperor.”
    “But the legend says the Great Wizard led the Red Army!”
    “Yes, for Emperor One Sun Mirror. It crushed the people!”
    “No, it crushed all the bandit chiefs! Then it built the Empire!”
    “So? The Empire is so great? Untimely Demise To The Forces Of Oppression!”
    “But now the Red Army is on the side of the people! Maximum Advancement With The Great Wizard!”
    “The Great Wizard is the Enemy of the People!”
    “I saw him, I tell you! A legion of soldiers collapsed with the wind of his passage!”
    The wind of his passage was beginning to worry Rincewind as well. It always tended to when he was frightened.
    “If he is such a great wizard, why is he still tied up? Why has he not made his bonds disappear in puffs of green smoke?”
    “Perhaps he is saving his magic for some even mightier deeds. He wouldn’t do firecracker tricks for earthworms.”
    “Hah!”
    “And he had the Book! He was looking for us! It is his destiny to lead the Red Army!”
    Shake, shake, shake.
    “We can lead ourselves!”
    Nod, nod, nod.
    “We don’t need any suspicious Great Wizards from illusionary places!”
    Nod, nod, nod.
    “So we should kill him now!”
    Nod, no— Shakeshakeshake .
    “Hah! He laughs at you with scorn! He waits to make your head explode with snakes of fire!”
    Shake, shake, shake.
    “You do know that while we’re arguing Three Yoked Oxen is being tortured?”
    “The People’s Army is more than just individuals, Lotus Blossom!”
    In the fetid sack Rincewind grimaced. He was already beginning to take a dislike to the first speaker, as one naturally does with people urging that you be put to death without delay. But when that sort of person started talking about things being more important than people, you knew you