Jingo

Well-known fact.”
    “There’s always a know-all, right, Beti?” said Colon.
    “Yeah. Always.”
    The tower was full of silence. Several members of the crowd found their attention drawn to it.
    “I mean, if you could get three or four men up the stairs, which you can’t, you could sort of move it a leg at a time, if you didn’t mind being kicked and bitten to death…”
    “All right, all right, back away from the tower, will you?”
    The guards were back. One of them was carrying a rolled-up carpet.
    “All right, all right, give us room—”
    “I can hear hooves,” said someone.
    “Oh, yeah, like our friend in the fez is getting the donkey down the stairs?”
    “Hang on, I can hear them, too,” said Colon.
    Now all eyes stared at the door.
    Lord Vetinari emerged, holding a length of rope.
    The voice behind Colon said, “All right, it’s just a bit of rope. He was probably banging a couple of coconut shells together.”
    “You mean, ones that he found in the minaret?”
    “He had them with him, obviously.”
    “You mean, he carries coconut shells around?”
    “You can’t turn a donkey round in—All right, that’s a fake donkey head…”
    “It’s moving its ears!”
    “On a string, on a string—all right, it’s a donkey, okay, but it’s not the same donkey. It’s one he had in a hidden pocket…well, no need to look at me like that. I’ve seen them do it with doves…”
    Then even the unbeliever fell silent.
    “Donkey, minaret,” said Lord Vetinari. “Minaret, donkey.”
    “Just like that?” said a guard. “How did you do it? It was a trick, right?”
    “Of course it was a trick,” said Lord Vetinari.
    “I knew it was just a trick.”
    “That’s right, it was just a trick,” said Lord Vetinari.
    “So…how did you do it, then?”
    “You mean you can’t spot it?”
    The crowd craned to see.
    “Er…you had an inflatable donkey—”
    “Can you think of any reason why I should go around with an inflatable donkey?”
    “Well, you—”
    “One that you wouldn’t mind explaining to your own dear mother?”
    “If you’re going to put it like that—”
    “’s easy,” said Al-jibla. “There’s a secret compartment in the minaret. Must be.”
    “No, you’ve got it all wrong, it’s just an illusion of a donkey…Well, all right, it’s a good illusion…”
    By now half the people were around the donkey and the others were clustered in the doorway of the minaret, looking for secret panels.
    “I think, Al and Beti, this is where we walk away,” said Lord Vetinari, behind Colon. “Just down this little alley here. And when we turn that corner, we run.”
    “What’ve we got to run for?” said Beti.
    “Because I’ve just picked up the magic carpet.”

    Vimes was already lost. Oh, there was the sun, but that was just a direction . He could feel it on the side of his face.
    And the camel rocked from side to side. There was no real way of judging distance, except by hemorrhoids.
    I’m blindfolded on the back of a camel ridden by a D’reg, who everyone says are the most untrustworthy people in the world. But I’m almost positive he’s not going to kill me.
    “So,” he said, as he rocked gently from side to side, “you may as well tell me. Why 71-hour Ahmed?”
    “He killed a man,” said Jabbar.
    “And D’regs object to a little thing like that?”
    “In the man’s own tent! When he had been his guest for nearly tree dace! If he had but waited an hour—”
    “Oh, I see . Definitely bad manners. Had the man done anything to deserve it?”
    “Nothing! Although…”
    “Yes?”
    “The man had killed El-Ysa.” The D’reg’s tone suggested that this wasn’t much of a mitigating circumstance, but that it ought to be mentioned out of completeness.
    “Who was she?”
    “El-Ysa was a village. He poisoned a well. There had been a dispute over religion,” he added. “One thing led to another…but even so, to break the tradition of hospitality…”
    “Yes, I can see that’s a terrible thing. Almost…impolite.”
    “The hour was important. Some things should not be done.”
    “You’re right there, at least.”
    By mid-afternoon Jabbar let him take off the blindfold. Wind-carved heaps of black rock stood out of the sand. Vimes thought it was the most desolate place he’d ever seen.
    “They say once it was green,” said Jabbar. “A well watered land.”
    “What happened?”
    “The wind changed.”
    At sunset they reached a wadi between