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The Last Continent

The Last Continent

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Autoren: Terry Pratchett
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    There was no sun in the sky here, unless the whole sky was sun—it glowed yellow. The desert underfoot was still red sand, but hot enough to burn.
    A crude drawing of a man appeared on a rock. Gradually, layer by layer, it got more complex, as if the unseen hand was trying to draw bones and organs and a nervous system and a soul.
    And he stepped on to the sand and put down his bag which, here, seemed a lot heavier. He stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles.
    At least here he could talk normally. He daren’t raise his voice down there in the shadow world, lest he raise mountains as well.
    He said a word which, on the other side of the rock, would have shaken trees and created meadows. It meant, in the true language of things which the old man spoke, something like: Trickster. A creature like him appears in many belief systems, although the jolly name can be misleading. Tricksters have that robust sense of humor that puts a landmine under a seat cushion for a bit of a laugh.
    A black and white bird appeared, and perched on his head.
    “You know what to do,” said the old man.
    “Him? What a wonga,” said the bird. “I’ve been lookin’ at him. He’s not even heroic. He’s just in the right place at the right time.”
    The old man indicated that this was maybe the definition of a hero.
    “All right, but why not go and get the thing yerself?” said the bird.
    “You’ve gotta have heroes,” said the old man.
    “And I suppose I’ll have to help,” said the bird. It sniffed, which is quite hard to do through a beak.
    “Yep. Off you go.”
    The bird shrugged, which is easy to do if you have wings, and flew down off the old man’s head. It didn’t land on the rock but flew into it; for a moment there was a drawing of a bird, and then it faded.
    Creators aren’t gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It’s men that make gods. This explains a lot.
    The old man sat down and waited.

    Confront a wizard with the concept of a bathing suit and he’ll start to get nervous. Why does it have to be so skimpy? he’ll ask. Where can I put the gold embroidery? How can you have any kind of costume without at least forty useful pockets? And occult symbols made out of sequins? There appears to be no place for them. And where, when you get right down to it, are the lapels?
    There is also the concept of acreage. It is vitally important that as large an amount of wizard as possible is covered, so that timid people and horses are not frightened. There may be strapping young wizards with copper-colored skins and muscles as solid as a plank, but not after sixty years of UU dinners. It gives senior wizards what they think is called gravitas but is more accurately called gravity.
    Also, it takes heavy machinery to part a wizard from his pointy hat.
    The Chair of Indefinite Studies looked sidelong at the Dean. They both wore a variety of garments, in which red and white stripes predominated.
    “Last one into the water’s a man standing all by himself on the beach!” he shouted. *
    Out on a point of rock, surf washing over his bare feet, Mustrum Ridcully lit his pipe and cast a line on the end of which was such a fearsome array of spinners and weights that any fish it didn’t hook it might successfully bludgeon.
    The change of scenery seemed to be working on the Librarian. Within a few minutes of being laid in the sunlight he’d sneezed himself back into his old shape, and he now sat on the beach with a blanket around him and a fern leaf on his head.
    It was, indeed, a lovely day. It was warm, the sea murmured beautifully, the wind whispered in the trees. The Librarian knew he ought to be feeling better, but, instead, he was beginning to feel extremely uneasy.
    He stared around him. The Lecturer in Recent Runes had gone to sleep with his book carefully shading his eyes. It had originally been entitled Principles of Thaumic Propagation but, because of the action of the sunlight and some specialized high-frequency vibrations from the sand granules on the beach the words on the cover now read The Omega Conspiracy . *
    In the middle distance was the window. It hung in the air, a simple square into a shadowy room. The Archchancellor hadn’t trusted the window catch and had propped up the window with a piece of wood. A warning label pinned to it showed that some thought had gone into the wording: “Do not remove this wood. Not even to see what happens. IMPORTANT!”
    There appeared to be some forest behind

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