Soul Music

wondered about what to wear.
    “Hold on,” she said, to her reflection. “ Here… I can create things, can’t I?”
    She held out her hand and thought: cup. A cup appeared. It had a skull-and-bones pattern around the rim.
    “Ah,” said Susan. “I suppose a pattern of roses is out of the question? Probably not right for the ambience, I expect.”
    She put the cup on the dressing table and tapped it. It went plink in a solid sort of way.
    “Well, then,” she said to her reflection, “I don’t want something soppy and posey. No silly black lace or anything worn by idiots who write poetry in their rooms and dress like vampires and are vegetarians really.”
    The images of clothes floated across her reflection. It was clear that black was the only option, but she settled on something practical and without frills. She put her head on one side critically.
    “Well, maybe a bit of lace,” she said. “And…perhaps a bit more…bodice.”
    She nodded at her reflection in the mirror. Certainly it was a dress that no Susan would ever wear, although she suspected that there was a basic Susanness about her which would permeate it after a while.
    “It’s a good job you’re here,” she said, “or I’d go totally mad. Haha.”
    Then she went to see her grandf…Death.
    There was one place he had to be.

    Glod wandered quietly into the University Library. Dwarfs respected learning, provided they didn’t have to experience it.
    He tugged at the robe of a passing young wizard.
    “There’s a monkey runs this place, right?” he said. “Big fat hairy monkey, hands a couple of octaves wide?”
    The wizard, a pasty-faced postgraduate student, looked down at Glod with the disdainful air a certain type of person always reserved for dwarfs.
    It wasn’t much fun being a student in Unseen University. You had to find your pleasures where you could. He grinned a big, wide innocent grin.
    “Why, yes,” he said. “I do believe right at this moment he’s in his workroom in the basement. But you have to be very careful how you address him.”
    “Is that so?” said Glod.
    “Yes, you have to be sure to say, ‘Do you want a peanut, Mr¨Monkey?’” said the student wizard. He signaled a couple of his colleagues. “That’s so, isn’t it? He has to say Mister Monkey.”
    “Oh, yes indeedy,” said a student. “Actually, if you don’t want him to get annoyed, it’s best to be on the safe side and scratch under your arms. That puts him at his ease.”
    “And go ugh-ugh-ugh,” said a third student. “He likes that.”
    “Well, thank you very much,” said Glod. “Which way do I go?”
    “We’ll show you,” said the first student.
    “That’s so very kind.”
    “Don’t mention it. Only too glad to help.”
    The three wizards led Glod down a flight of steps and into a tunnel. Light filtered down through the occasional pane of green glass set in the floor above. Every so often Glod heard a snigger behind him.
    The Librarian was squatting down on the floor in a long, high cellar. Miscellaneous items had been scattered on the floor in front of him; there was a cart wheel, odd bits of wood and bone, and various pipes, rods, and lengths of wire that somehow suggested that, around the city, people were puzzling over broken pumps and fences with holes in them. The Librarian was chewing the end of a piece of pipe and looking intently at the heap.
    “That’s him,” said one of the wizards, giving Glod a push.
    The dwarf shuffled forward. There was another outburst of muffled giggling behind him.
    He tapped the Librarian on the shoulder.
    “Excuse me—”
    “Ook?”
    “Those guys just called you a monkey,” said Glod, jerking a thumb in the direction of the door. “I’d make them say ‘sorry,’ if I was you.”
    There was a creaking, metallic noise, followed very closely by a scuffling outside as the wizards trampled one another in their effort to get away.
    The Librarian had bent the pipe into a U-shape, apparently without effort.
    Glod went to the door and looked out. There was a pointy hat on the flagstones, trampled flat.
    “That was fun,” he said. “If I’d just asked them where the Librarian was, they’d have said bugger off, you dwarf. You have to know how to deal with people in this game.”
    He came back and sat down beside the Librarian. The ape put a smaller bend in the pipe.
    “What’re you making?” said Glod.
    “Oook-oook-OOK!”
    “My cousin Modo is the gardener here,” said Glod.