Thief of Time

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    “No. The wise man does not seek enlightenment, he waits for it. So while I was waiting, it occurred to me that seeking perplexity might be more fun,” said Lu-Tze. “After all, enlightenment begins where perplexity ends. And I found perplexity. And a kind of enlightenment, too. I had not been there five minutes, for example, when some men in an alley tried to enlighten me of what little I possessed, giving me a valuable lesson in the ridiculousness of material things.”
    “But why Ankh-Morpork?” said Lobsang.
    “Look in the back of the book,” said Lu-Tze.
    There was a yellow, crackling scrap of paper tucked in there. The boy unfolded it.
    “Oh, this is just a bit of the Almanack ,” he said. “It’s very popular there.”
    “Yes. A seeker after wisdom left it here.”
    “Er…it’s just got the phases of the Moon on this page…”
    “Other side,” said the sweeper.
    Lobsang turned the paper over.
    “It’s just an advert from the Ankh-Morpork Guild of Merchants,” said Lobsang. “‘Ankh-Morpork Has Everything!’”
    He stared at the smiling Lu-Tze. “And…you thought that—”
    “Ah, I am old and simple and understand,” said the sweeper. “Whereas you are young and complicated. Didn’t Wen see portents in the swirl of gruel in his bowl, and the flight of birds? This was actually written . I mean, flights of birds are quite complex, but these were words. And I saw the opening of the Way. My Way.”
    “And you went all the way to Ankh-Morpork…” said Lobsang weakly.
    “And I fetched up, calm of mind but empty of pocket, in Quirm Street,” said the sweeper, smiling serenely at the recollection, “and espied a sign in a window saying ‘Rooms to Rent.’ Thus I met Mrs. Cosmopilite, who opened the door when I knocked and then when I hesitated, not being sure of the language, she said, ‘I haven’t got all day, you know.’ Almost to a word, one of the sayings of Wen! Instantly I knew that I had found what I was seeking! During the days I washed dishes in an eating house for twenty pence a day and all the scraps I could take away, and in the evenings I helped Mrs. Cosmopilite clean the house and listened carefully to her conversation. She was a natural sweeper with a good rhythmical motion and had bottomless wisdom. Within the first two days she uttered to me the actual words said by Wen upon understanding the true nature of Time! It was when I asked for a reduced rate because, of course, I did not sleep in a bed, and she said, ‘ I was not born yesterday, Mr. Tze! ’ Astonishing! And she could never have seen the Sacred Texts!”
    Lobsang’s face was a carefully drawn picture.
    “‘I was not born yesterday’?” he said.
    “Ah, yes, of course, as a novice you would not have got that far,” said Lu-Tze. “It was when he fell asleep in a cave and in a dream saw Time appear to him and show him that the universe is re-created from second to second, endlessly.
    And he stepped out from the cave into the truly new world and said, ‘I was not born—yesterday!’”
    “Oh, yes,” said Lobsang. “But—”
    “Ah, Mrs. Cosmopilite,” said Lu-Tze, his eyes misting over. “What a woman for keeping things clean! If she was a sweeper here, no one would be allowed to walk on the floor! Her house! So amazing! A palace! New sheets every other week! And cook? Just to taste her Beans Baked Upon The Toast a man would give up a cycle of the universe!”
    “Um,” said Lobsang.
    “I stayed for three months, sweeping her house as is fitting for the pupil, and then I returned here, my way clear before me.”
    “And…er…these stories about you…”
    “Oh, all true. Most of them. A bit of exaggeration, but mostly true.”
    “The one about the citadel in Muntab and the Pash and the fish bone?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “But how did you get in where half a dozen trained and armed men couldn’t even—”
    “I’m a little man and I carry a broom,” said Lu-Tze simply. “Everyone has some mess that needs clearing up. What harm is a man with a broom?”
    “What? And that was it ?”
    “Well, the rest was a matter of cookery, really. The Pash was not a good man, but he was a glutton for his fish pie.”
    “No martial arts?” said Lobsang.
    “Oh, always a last resort. History needs shepherds, not butchers.”
    “Do you know okidoki ?”
    “Just a lot of bunny hops.”
    “ Shiitake ?”
    “If I wanted to thrust my hand into hot sand I would go to the seaside.”
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