Thief of Time

OBVIOUSLY, BUT—
    “So I would, as it were, be turning up just to wave. No, thank you.”
    Y OU USED TO RIDE OUT EVERY TIME, said Death accusingly.
    Famine waved a bone airily. “We had proper apocalypses in those days,” he said and sucked at the bone. “You could sink your teeth into them.”
    N EVERTHELESS, THIS IS THE END OF THE WORLD.
    Famine pushed his plate aside and opened the menu.
    “There are other worlds,” he said. “You’re too sentimental, Death. I’ve always said so.”
    Death drew himself up. Humans had created Famine, too. Oh, there had always been droughts and locusts, but for a really good famine, for fertile land to be turned into a dust bowl by stupidity and avarice, you needed humans. Famine was arrogant.
    I AM SORRY , Death said, TO HAVE TRESPASSED ON YOUR TIME.
    He went outside, into the crowded street, all alone.
    Tick
    The stick swooped down toward the plains and leveled off a few hundred feet above the ground.
    “We’re on our way now!” shouted Lu-Tze, pointing ahead.
    Lobsang looked down at a slim wooden tower hung with complicated boxes. There was another one in the far distance, a toothpick in the morning mist.
    “Semaphore towers!” Lu-Tze shouted. “Ever seen them?”
    “Only in the city!” Lobsang shouted above the slipstream.
    “It’s the Grand Trunk!” the sweeper shouted back. “Runs like an arrow all the way to the city! All we have to do is follow it!”
    Lobsang clung on. There was no snow beneath them and it looked as though spring was well advanced. And therefore it was unfair that here, that much nearer the sun, the air was frigid and was being driven into his flesh by the wind of their travel.
    “It’s very cold up here!”
    “Yes! Did I tell you about the double-knit combinations?”
    “Yes!”
    “I’ve got a spare pair in my sack, you can have them when we stop!”
    “Your own personal pair?”
    “Yes! Second-best but well darned!”
    “No, thank you!”
    “They’ve been washed!”
    “Lu-Tze?”
    “Yes?”
    “ Why can’t we slice when we’re on this thing?”
    The tower was well past them. The next one was pencilsized already. The two-toned shutters on the boxes were twinkling in the sunlight.
    “Do you know what happens if you slice time on a magically powered vehicle traveling at more than seventy miles an hour?”
    “No!”
    “Me neither! And I don’t want to find out!”
    Tick
    Igor opened the door before the second knock. An Igor might be filling coffins with earth in the cellar, or up on the roof adjusting the lightning conductor, but a caller never had to knock twice.
    “Ladythip,” he muttered, nodding his head. He looked blankly at the six figures behind her.
    “We have called to inspect progress,” said Lady LeJean.
    “And thethe ladieth and gentlemen, ladythip?”
    “My associates,” said her ladyship, matching Igor’s blank stare.
    “If you will be tho kind ath to thtep inthide, I will thee if the marthter ith in,” said Igor, observing the convention that a true butler never knows the whereabouts of anyone in the house until they decide they want it to be known.
    He backed through the door into the workshop and then lurched into the kitchen, where Jeremy was calmly pouring a spoonful of medicine down the sink.
    “That woman ith here,” he said, “and thhe hath brought lawyerth .”
    Jeremy held out a hand, palm-downward, and examined it critically.
    “You see, Igor?” he said. “Here we are, almost at the completion of our great work, and I remain absolutely calm. You could build a house on my hand, it is so steady.”
    “ Lawyerth , thur,” said Igor, giving the word some extra spin.
    “And?”
    “Well, we have had a lot of money,” said Igor with the conviction of a man who informally secreted a small but sensible amount of gold in his own bag.
    “And we have finished the clock,” said Jeremy, still watching his hand.
    “We’ve been nearly finithed for dayth ,” said Igor darkly. “If it wathn’t for her, I reckon we could’ve caught that thunderthtorm two dayth ago.”
    “When’s the next one?”
    Igor screwed up his face and banged the side of his temple a couple of times with the palm of his hand.
    “Unthettled conditionth with a low approaching from the Rim,” he said. “Can’t promith anything with the thloppy weather you get here. Hah, back home the thunderthtormth come running as thoon as they thee you put up the iron pole. Tho what do you want me to do about the