Unseen Academicals

nothing to the fire in his eyes.
    At this point, according to the editor of the Times :
Seemingly nonplussed by the return of the wizards’ famous man of the forest, Shank essayed another attempt at the winning score, which was stopped one-handed by the Librarian and effortlessly thrown back into United’s turf. With everything to play for, it seemed to us that every man on the pitch was chasing the ball as if they were a pack of boys, scuffling in the gutter for the traditional tin can. However, Mr Nobbs, who we are assured is no relation, was able to make some space to give the unlucky Mr Likely another attempt at following in his father’s footsteps, which he failed to do by the width, from our estimation, of about half of one inch and the ball was snatched up by Big Boy Barton who then collapsed, choking, having stuffed, we understand, a considerable amount of pie into his face to keep his hands free.
    ‘It shouldn’t be like this,’ said Glenda, and the thought echoed back in her head: It shouldn’t be like this . ‘Trev has to win, it can’t go any other way.’ And her voice came back again; could you get echoes in your own head? They were going to lose, weren’t they? They were going to lose because Andy knew how to break the rules.
    The rules.
    I am the rules .
    She looked around, but apart from the doctor and his groaning or, in Ridcully’s case, cursing charges, there was no one near her apart from Juliet who was watching the game with her normal, faint smile.
    ‘Good heavens. All he needs is to get only one goal,’ said Glenda aloud.
    I am the goal , said the quiet voice from nowhere.
    ‘Did you hear that?’ said Glenda.
    ‘Wot?’ said Juliet. She turned and Glenda could see that she was crying. ‘Trev’s going to lose.’
    I am the ball.
    This time it had come from her pocket, and she pulled out Trev’s tin can.

    As Doctor Lawn gave a groan and hurried back up the pitch towards the choking Charlie (as the Times later put it), she followed him and caught up with Mr Nobbs. ‘If you ever want a cup of tea and a piece of cake again in your life, Mr Nobbs, you kick the ball towards me. You will know where I am, because I will be screaming and acting silly. Do what I say, okay?’
    Do what she says, okay? he heard her voice echo. ‘And what will you do, throw it back?’
    ‘Something like that,’ said Glenda.
    ‘And what good is this going to do?’
    ‘It’s going to win you the match, that’s what. Can you remember rule 202?’
    She left him wondering and then hurried along to Mrs Whitlow and the cheerleaders who, right now, had nothing to cheer about. ‘I think we should give the boys a really good display at this time,’ she suggested. ‘Don’t you agree, Juliet?’
    Juliet, who had been dutifully following her said, ‘Yes, Glenda.’
    Yes, Glenda . And there it was again. One sentence. Two voices.
    Mrs Whitlow was not the sort of person who would take an instruction from the head of the Night Kitchen, but Glenda leaned forward and said, ‘It’s the Archchancellor’s special request.’
    The resurrection of Big Boy Barton was not an easy job and there were possibly fewer volunteers for putting their fingers down his throat than there had been for the Librarian. And his emptying and cleaning up took a little more time.
    As the referee summoned the teams back into position, Glenda arrived out of breath and handed him a piece of paper. ‘What’s this?’
    ‘It’s the rules, sir, but you will see that I have put a ring around one of them.’
    He glanced at it, and said dismissively, ‘Looks like a lot of nonsense to me.’
    ‘It’s not, sir, not if you look at it a bit at a time, sir, it’s the rules, sir.’
    Archchancellor Henry shrugged and stuffed the paper into his pocket.
    For a moment, Bledlow Nobbs glanced at Glenda, defiantly out of place amongst the cheerleaders. Glenda was known to be generous to her friends and she made the best tea in the university. This wasn’t about football, this was about a hot mug of tea and possibly a doughnut. He leaned down to Nutt. ‘Glenda says I’ve got to remember rule 202,’ he said.
    Nutt’s face brightened. ‘Clever idea and of course it will work. Did she tell you to kick the ball out of the pitch?’
    ‘Yes, that’s right. Are we going to cheat?’ said Bledlow Nobbs.
    ‘No. We are going to stick to the rules. And the thing about sticking to the rules is that it’s sometimes better than cheating.’
    Nobbs’s