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‘Er, captain?’ he ventured.

‘Oh, hello, Reg. We were just having a friendly game of football. This is Constable Shoe, lads.’

Fifty pairs of eyes said: We’ll remember your face, copper.

Reg edged around the wall and the eyes noted the arrow which had gone straight through his breastplate and protruded several inches from his back.

‘There’s been a bit of trouble, sir,’ said Reg. ‘I thought I’d better fetch you. It’s a hostage situation…’

‘I’ll come right away. Okay, lads, sorry about this. Play amongst yourselves, will you? And I hope I’ll see you all on Tuesday for the sing-song and sausage sizzle.’

‘Yeah, mister,’ said the Artful Nudger.

‘And Corporal Angua will see if she can teach you the campfire howl.’

‘Yeah, right,’ said Scumbag.

‘But what do we do before we part?’ said Carrot expectantly.

The bloods of the Skats and the Mohocks looked bashfully at one another. Usually they were nervous of nothing, it being a banishment matter to show fear in any circumstances. But when they’d variously drawn up the clan rules, no one had ever thought there’d be someone like Carrot.

Glaring at one another with I’ll-kill-you-if-you-ever-mention-this expressions, they all raised the index fingers of both hands to the level of their ears and chorused: ‘Wib wib wib.’

‘Wob wob wob,’{13} Carrot replied heartily. ‘Okay, Reg, let’s go.’

‘How’d you do that, captain?’ said Constable Shoe, as the watchmen hurried off.

‘Oh, you just raise both fingers like this,’ said Carrot. ‘But I’d be obliged if you don’t tell anyone, because it’s meant to be a secret sig—’

‘But they’re thugs, captain! Young killers! Villains!’

‘Oh, they’re a bit cheeky, but nice enough boys underneath, when you take the time to understand—’

‘I heard they never give anyone enough time to understand! Does Mr Vimes know you’re doing this?’

‘He sort of knows, yes. I said I’d like to start a club for the street kids and he said it was fine provided I took them camping on the edge of some really sheer cliff somewhere in a high wind. But he always says things like that. And I’m sure we wouldn’t have him any other way. Now, where are these hostages?’

‘It’s at Vortin’s again, captain. But it’s… sort of worse than that…’

Behind them, the Skats and the Mohocks looked at one another warily. Then they picked up their weapons and edged away with care. It’s not that we don’t want to fight, their manner said. It’s just that we’ve got better things to do right now, and so we’re going to go away and find out what they are.

Unusually for the docks, there was not a great deal of shouting and general conversation. People were too busy thinking about money.

Sergeant Colon and Corporal Nobbs leaned against a stack of timber and watched a man very carefully painting the name Pride of Ankh-Morpork on the prow of a ship. At some point he’d realize that he’d left out the ‘e’, and they were idly looking forward to this modest entertainment.

‘You ever been to sea, sarge?’ said Nobby.

‘Hah, not me!’ said the sergeant. ‘Don’t go flogging the oggin, lad.’

‘I don’t,’ said Nobby. ‘I have never flogged any oggin. Never in my entire life have I flogged oggin.’

‘Right.’

‘I’ve always been very clean in that respect.’

‘Except you don’t know what flogging the oggin means, do you?’

‘No, sarge.’

‘It means going to sea. You can’t bloody trust the sea. When I was a little lad I had this book about this little kid, he turned into a mermaid,{14} sort of thing, and he lived down the bottom of the sea—’

‘—the oggin—’

‘Right, and it was all nice talking fishes and pink seashells and stuff, and then I went on my holidays to Quirm and I saw the sea, and I thought: here goes, and if our ma hadn’t been quick on her feet I don’t know what would have happened. I mean, the kid in the book could breathe under the sea, so how was I to know? It’s all bloody lies about the sea. It’s just all yuk with lobsters in it.’

‘My mum’s uncle was a sailor,’ said Nobby. ‘But after the big plague he got press-ganged.{15} Bunch of farmers got him drunk, he woke up next morning tied to a plough.’

They lounged some more.

‘Looks like we’re going to be in a fight, sarge,’ said Nobby, as the painter very carefully started on the final ‘k’.

‘Won’t last long. Lots of cowards, the Klatchians,’ said Colon. ‘The moment they taste a bit of cold steel they’re legging it away over the sand.’

Sergeant Colon had had a broad education. He’d been to the School of My Dad Always Said, the College of It Stands to Reason, and was now a postgraduate student at the University of What Some Bloke In the Pub Told Me.

‘Shouldn’t be any trouble to sort out, then?’ said Nobby.

‘And, o’course, they’re not the same colour as what we are,’ said Colon. ‘Well… as me, anyway,’ he added, in view of the various hues of Corporal Nobbs. There was probably no one alive who was the same colour as Corporal Nobbs.

‘Constable Visit’s pretty brown,’ said Nobby. ‘I never seen him run away. If there’s a chance of giving someone a religious pamphlet ole Washpot’s after them like a terrier.’

‘Ah, but Omnians are more like us,’ said Colon. ‘Bit weird but, basic’ly, just the same as us underneath. No, the way you can tell a Klatchian is, you look an’ see if he uses a lot of words beginning with “al”, right? ’Cos that’s a dead giveaway. They invented all the words starting with “al”.{16} That’s how you can tell they’re Klatchian. Like al-cohol, see?’

‘They invented beer?’

‘Yeah.’

‘That’s clever.’

‘I wouldn’t call it clever,’ said Sergeant Colon, realizing too late that he’d made a tactical error. ‘More, luck, I’d say.’

‘What else did they do?’

‘Well, there’s…’ Colon racked his brains. ‘There’s al-gebra. That’s like sums with letters. For… for people whose brains aren’t clever enough for numbers, see?’

‘Is that a fact?’

‘Right,’ said Colon. ‘In fact,’ he went on, a little more assertively now he could see a way ahead, ‘I heard this wizard down the University say that the Klatchians invented nothing. That was their great contribution to maffs, he said. I said “What?” an’ he said, they come up with zero.’{17}

‘Dun’t sound that clever to me,’ said Nobby. ‘Anyone could invent nothing. I ain’t invented anything.’

‘My point exactly,’ said Colon. ‘I told him, it was people who invented numbers like four and, and—’

‘—seven—’

‘—right, who were the geniuses. Nothing didn’t need inventing. It was just there. They probably just found it.’

‘It’s having all that desert,’ said Nobby.

‘Right! Good point. Desert. Which, as everyone knows, is basically nothing. Nothing’s a natural resource to them. It stands to reason. Whereas we’re more civilized, see, and we got a lot more stuff around to count, so we invented numbers. It’s like… well, they say the Klatchians invented astronomy—’

‘Al-tronomy,’ said Nobby helpfully.

‘No, no… no, Nobby, I reckon they’d discovered esses by then, probably nicked ’em off’f us… anyway, they were bound to invent astronomy, ’cos there’s bugger all else for them to look at but the sky. Anyone can look at the stars and give ’em names. ’s going it a bit to call it inventing, in any case. We don’t go around saying we’ve invented something just because we had a quick dekko at it.’