Unseen Academicals

got bosoms. Honestly.’
    ‘Oh gods, sir, she’s right,’ said Ponder. ‘It will make a rather unfortunate shape…’
    ‘What kind of mind would see something like that in a pair of innocent letters?’ the Lecturer in Recent Runes demanded angrily.
    ‘I don’t know, sir,’ said Glenda, ‘but every man watching the football has got one. And they would make up nicknames. They love doing that.’
    ‘I suspect you may be right,’ said Ridcully, ‘but we never had any trouble when I was rowing in the old days.’
    ‘Football followers are rather more robust in their language, sir,’ said Ponder.
    ‘Yes, and in those days we were pretty careless when it came to throwing fireballs, as I recall,’ Ridcully mused. ‘Oh dear, what a shame. I was looking forward to giving the old rag a bit of an airing again. Still, I’m sure we can change the design a little to save embarrassment all round. Thank you once again, Miss Glenda. Bosoms, eh? Narrow escape there, all round. Good day to you.’ He shut the door after the trolley, which Glenda was pushing as if in a race…
    Molly, the head maid in the Day Kitchen, was fretting at the end of the corridor beyond. She sagged with relief when Glenda came round the corner, teacups rattling.
    ‘Was it all right? Did anything go wrong? I’ll get into so much trouble if anything went wrong. Tell me nothing went wrong!’
    ‘It was all fine,’ said Glenda. That got her a suspicious look.
    ‘Are you sure? You owe me for this!’
    The laws of favours are amongst the most fundamental in the multiverse. The first law is: nobody asks for just one favour; the second request (after the granting of the first favour), prefaced by ‘and can I be really cheeky…?’ is the asking of the second favour. If the aforesaid second request is not granted, the second law ensures that the need for any gratitude for the first favour is nullified, and in accordance with the third law the favour giver has not done any favours at all, and the favour field collapses.
    But Glenda reckoned she’d won a lot of favours over the years, and was owed a few herself. Besides, she had reason to believe that Molly had been spending the welcome break in dalliance with her boyfriend, who worked in the bakery.
    ‘Can you get me in to the banquet on Wednesday night?’
    ‘Sorry, the butler chooses who gets those jobs,’ said Molly.
    Ah yes, the tall, thin girls, Glenda thought.
    ‘Why in the world would you want to get in, anyway?’ Molly said. ‘It’s a lot of running around and not much pay, when all’s said and done. I mean, we get some decent leftovers after a big affair, but what’s that to you? Everyone knows that you’re the leftover queen!’ She paused, too awkwardly. ‘I mean, we all know you’re really good at making wonderful food with always a little something left over,’ she gabbled. ‘That’s all I meant!’
    ‘I didn’t think you meant anything else,’ said Glenda, keeping her voice level. But she raised it again to add, as Molly scurried off: ‘I can pay back the favour right now! You’ve got two floury handprints on your arse!’
    The glare that came back was a small victory, but you have to take what you can get.
    Still, that strange interlude, which she was sure she would regret, had taken up a lot of time. She had to get the Night Kitchen organized.

    When the door had closed behind the rather forthright maid, Ridcully nodded meaningfully at Ponder. ‘All right, Mister Stibbons. You were glancing at your thaumometer the whole time I was talking to her. Out with it.’
    ‘Some kind of entanglement,’ said Ponder.
    ‘And there was me thinking that Vetinari was behind the business with the urn,’ said Ridcully gloomily. ‘I should have realized he’s never that unsubtle.’
    ‘Oh, I assumed it was going to be something like that right at the start,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
    ‘Indeed,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. ‘It crossed my mind as soon as I saw it in the paper.’
    ‘Gentlemen,’ said Ridcully. ‘I am humbled that as soon as I have an idea about what something is, it turns out that you all knew what it was. I am amazed.’
    ‘Excuse me,’ said Dr Hix, ‘but I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.’
    ‘You are out of touch! You’ve been spending too long underground, sir!’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes sternly.
    ‘You don’t often let me out, that’s why! And can I remind you that I have to maintain