The Last Hero

to light them and place them carefully according to Leonard's instructions.
    Then the boats were cast adrift. Freed of the drag of the barge, they pulled away in the quickening current.
    The rain was hammering down now.
    "And now let us get aboard," said Leonard, ducking back out of the rain. "A cup of tea will do us good."
    "I thought we decided we couldn't have any naked flames on board, sir," said Carrot.
    "I have brought along a special jug of my own devising which keeps things warm," said Leonard. "Or cold, if you prefer. I call it the Hot or Cold Flask. I am at a loss as to how it knows which it is that you prefer, but nevertheless it seems to work."
    He led the way up the ladder.
    Only one small lamp lit the little cabin. It illuminated three seats, embedded among a network of levers, armatures and springs.
    The crew had been up here before. They knew the layout. There was one little bed further aft, on the basis that there would only be time for any one person to be asleep. String bags had been stapled to every bit of unused wall to hold water bottles and food. Unfortunately, some of Lord Vetinari's committees, devised in order to prevent their members from interfering with anything important, had turned their attention to provisioning the craft. It appeared packed for every eventuality, including alligator-wrestling on a glacier.
    Leonard sighed.
    "I really didn't like to say no to anyone." he said, "I did suggest that, er, nourishing but concentrated and, er, low-residue food would be preferred —"
    As one man, they turned in their seats to look at the Experimental Privy Mk 2. Mk 1 had worked — Leonard's devices tended to — but since a key to its operation was that it tumbled very fast on a central axis while in use it had been abandoned after a report by its test pilot (Rincewind) that, whatever you had in mind when you went in, the only thing you wanted to do once inside was get out.
    Mk 2 was as yet untried. It creaked ominously under their gaze, an open invitation to constipation and kidney stones.
    "It will undoubtedly function," said Leonard, and just this once Rincewind noted the harmonic of uncertainty. "It is all just a matter of opening the correct valves in sequence."
    "What happens if we don't open the right valves in sequence, sir?" said Carrot, buckling himself in.
    "You must appreciate that I have had to design so many things for this craft —" Leonard began.
    "We'd still like to know," said Rincewind.
    "Er... in truth, what happens if you don't open the right valves in sequence is that you will wish you had opened the right valves in sequence," said Leonard. He fumbled below his seat and produced a large metal flask of curious design. "Tea, anyone?" he said.
    "Just a small cup," said Carrot firmly.
    "Make mine a spoonful," said Rincewind. "And what's this thing hanging in the ceiling in front of me?"
    "It's my new device for looking behind you," said Leonard. "It's very simple to use. I call it the Device For Looking Behind You."
    "Looking behind you is a bad move," said Rincewind firmly. "I've always said so. It slows you down."
    "Ah, but this way we won't slow down at all."
    "Really?" said Rincewind, brightening up.
    A squall of rain banged on the tarpaulins. Carrot tried to see ahead. A gap had been cut in the covers so that the —
    "By the way... what are we?" he said. "I mean, what do we call ourselves?"
    "Possibly foolish." said Rincewind.
    "I meant officially ?" Carrot looked around the crammed cabin. "And what do we call this craft?"
    "The wizards call it the big kite," said Rincewind. "But it's nothing like a kite, a kite is something on a string which —"
    "It has to have a name," said Carrot. "It's very bad luck to attempt a voyage in a vessel with no name."
    Rincewind looked at the levers in front of his seat. They had to do mainly with dragons. "We're in a big wooden box and behind us are about a hundred dragons who are getting ready to burp," he said. "I think we need a name. Er... do you actually know how to fly this thing, Leonard?"
    "Not as such, but I intend to learn very soon."
    "A really good name," said Rincewind fervently. Ahead of them the stormy horizon was lit by an explosion. The boats had hit the Circumfence, and burst into fierce, corrosive flame. "Right now ?" he added.
    "The kite, the real kite, is a very beautiful bird," said Leonard. "It's what I had in mind when I —"
    "The Kite it is, then," said Carrot firmly. He glanced at a list pinned in front