Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett Read Free Book Online Page B

Rincewind. “Oh, yes. Very much so.”

    The Red Army met in secret session. They opened their meeting by singing revolutionary songs and, since disobedience to authority did not come easily to the Agatean character, these had titles like “Steady Progress And Limited Disobedience While Retaining Well-Formulated Good Manners.”
    Then it was time for the news.
    “The Great Wizard will come. We sent the message, at great personal risk.”
    “How will we know when he arrives?”
    “If he’s the Great Wizard, we’ll hear about it. And then—”
    “Gently Push Over The Forces Of Repression!” they chorused.
    Two Fire Herb looked at the rest of the cadre. “Exactly,” he said. “And then, comrades, we must strike at the very heart of the rottenness. We must storm the Winter Palace!”
    There was silence from the cadre. Then someone said, “Excuse me, Two Fire Herb, but it is June.”
    “Then we can storm the Summer Palace!”

    A similar session, although without singing and with rather older participants, was taking place in Unseen University, although one member of the College Council had refused to come down from the chandelier. This was of some considerable annoyance to the Librarian, who usually occupied it.
    “All right, if you don’t trust my calculations, then what are the alternatives?” said Ponder Stibbons hotly.
    “Boat?” said the Chair of Indefinite Studies.
    “They sink,” said Rincewind.
    “It’d get you there in no time at all,” said the Senior Wrangler. “We’re wizards, after all. We could give you your own bag of wind.”
    “Ah. Forward the Dean,” said Ridcully, pleasantly.
    “I heard that,” said a voice from above.
    “Overland,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. “Up around the Hub? It’s ice practically all the way.”
    “No,” said Rincewind.
    “But you don’t sink on ice.”
    “No. You tip up and then you sink and then the ice hits you on the head. Also killer whales. And great big seals vif teece ike iff.”
    “This is off the wall, I know,” said the Bursar, brightly.
    “What is?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
    “A hook for hanging pictures on.”
    There was a brief embarrassed silence.
    “Good lord, is it that time already?” said the Archchancellor, taking out his watch. “Ah, so it is. The bottle’s in your left-hand pocket, old chap. Take three.”
    “No, magic is the only way,” said Ponder Stibbons. “It worked when we brought him here, didn’t it?”
    “Oh, yes,” said Rincewind. “Just send me thousands of miles with my pants on fire and you don’t even know where I’ll land? Oh, yes, that’s ideal, that is.”
    “Good,” said Ridcully, a man impervious to sarcasm. “It’s a big continent; we can’t possibly miss it even with Mr. Stibbons’ precise calculations.”
    “Supposing I end up crushed in the middle of a mountain?” said Rincewind.
    “Can’t. The rock’ll be brought back here when we do the spell,” said Ponder, who hadn’t liked the crack about his maths.
    “So I’ll still be in the middle of a mountain but in a me-shaped hole,” said Rincewind. “Oh, good. Instant fossil.”
    “Don’t worry ,” said Ridcully. “It’s just a matter of…thingummy, you know, all that stuff about three right angles making a triangle…”
    “Is it possible you’re talking about geometry?” said Rincewind, eyeing the door.
    “That kind of thing, yes. And you’ll have your amazing Luggage item. Why, it’ll practically be a holiday. It’ll be easy. They probably just want to…to…ask you something, or something. And I hear you’ve got a talent for languages, so no problem there. * You’ll probably be away for a couple of hours at the most. Why do you keep sayin’ ‘hah’ under your breath?”
    “Was I?”
    “And everyone will be so grateful if you come back.”
    Rincewind looked around—and, in one case, up—at the Council.
    “How will I get back?” he said.
    “Same way you went. We’ll find you