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would do to people who stole skulls off him. When the bushes parted said person unknown turned out to be a man of uncertain age and teeth, a grubby brown robe and a beard longer than any Vimes had seen before, and Vimes was a man who had often been inside Unseen University, where wizards considered that wisdom was embodied in the growing of a beard that would keep the knees warm. This one tailed cometlike behind its owner. It caught up with him when his hugely sandaled feet slithered to a stop, but its momentum meant that it began to pile up on his head. Possibly it carried wisdom with it, because its owner was bright enough to stop dead when he saw the look in Vimesâs eye. There was silence, apart from the chuckling of Young Sam as the endless beard, with a life of its own, settled on the man like the snows of winter.
Willikins cleared his throat, and said, âI think this is the hermit, commander.â
âWhatâs a hermit doing here? I thought they lived up poles in deserts!â Vimes glared at the raggedy man, who clearly felt that an explanation was called for and was going to deliver it whether it was called for or not.
âYes, sir, I know, sir, that is a popular delusion, and personally Iâve never given it much credence, on account of the difficulty of dealing with what I might call the bathroom necessities and similar. I mean, that sort of thing might be all right in foreign parts, where thereâs sunshine and lots of sand, but it wouldnât do for me, sir, no indeed.â
The apparition held out a grubby hand that was mostly fingernails and went on, proudly, âStump, your grace, although Iâm not often stumped, haha, my little joke.â
âYes, it is,â said Vimes, keeping his eyes blank.
âIndeed it is, sir,â said Stump. âThe only one Iâve got. Iâve been following the noble profession of herming here for nigh on fifty-seven years, practicing piety, sobriety, celibacy and the pursuit of the true wisdom in the tradition of my father and grandfather and great-grandfather before me. Thatâs my great-grandfather you are holding, there, sir,â he added cheerfully. âLovely sheen, hasnât he?â Vimes managed not to drop the skull he was holding. Stump went on, âI expect your little boy wandered into my grotto, sir, no offense meant, sir, but the village lads round here are a bit frolicsome sometimes and I had to get granddad out of the tree only two weeks ago.â
It was Willikins who found the mental space to say, âYou keep your great-grandfatherâs skull in a cave?â
âOh yes, gentlemen, and my fatherâs. Family tradition, see? And my grandfatherâs. Unbroken tradition of herming for nearly three hundred years, dispensing pious thinking and the knowledge that all paths lead but to the grave, and other somber considerations, to all those who seek us outâwho are precious few these days, I might add. I hope my son will be able to step into my sandals when heâs old enough. His mother says that heâs turning out a very solemn young man, so I live in hopes that one day he might be giving me a right good polishinâ up. Thereâs plenty of room on the skull shelf back in the grotto, Iâm pleased to say.â
âYour son?â said Vimes. âYou mentioned celibacy?â
âVery attentive of you, your grace. We get a weekâs holiday every year. A man cannot live by snails and herbs of the riverbank aloneâ¦â
Vimes delicately indicated that they had ground to cover, and left the hermit carefully carrying the family relic back to his grotto, wherever that was. When they seemed to be safely out of earshot he said, waving his hands in the air, âWhy? I meanâ¦why?â
âOh, quite a few of the really old ancestral homes had a hermit on the strength, sir. It was considered romantic to have a grotto with a hermit in it.â
âHe was a bit whiffy on the nose,â said Vimes.
âNot allowed to bathe, I believe, sir, and you should know, sir, that he gets an allowance consisting of two pounds of potatoes, three pints of small beer or cider, three loaves of bread and one pound of pork dripping per week. And presumably all the snails and herbs of the riverbank he can force down. I looked at the accounts, sir. Not a bad diet for an ornamental garden feature.â
âNot too bad if you throw in some fruit and the
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