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He pulled out the remains of a small notebook. It was standard UU issue. Ridcully would never let anyone have a new one until they’d filled up every page on both sides.

‘It was just lying there,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘I’m afraid ants have been eating it.’

Ridcully flicked it open and read the first page. ‘“Some interesting observations on Mono Island,”’ he said. ‘“A most singular place.”’

He flicked through the rest of the book. ‘Just a list of plants and fishes,’ he said. ‘Doesn’t look all that special to me, but then I ain’t a geography man. Why’s he callin’ it Mono Island?’

‘It means One Island,’ said Ponder.

‘Well, you’ve just told me it is one island,’ said Ridcully. ‘Anyway, I can see several more out there. Severe lack of imagination, I suggest.’ He tucked the notebook into his robe. ‘Right, then. No sign of the chap himself?’

‘Strangely, no.’

‘Probably went swimming and was eaten by a pineapple,’ said Ridcully. ‘How’s the Librarian doing, Mister Stibbons? Comfortable, is he?’

‘You should know, sir,’ said Ponder. ‘You’ve been sitting on him for three-quarters of an hour.’

Ridcully looked down at the deckchair. It was covered with red fur. ‘This is—?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘I thought perhaps our geography man had brought it with him.’

‘Not, er, with the black toenails, sir.’

Ridcully peered further. ‘Should I get up, do you think?’

‘Well, he is a deckchair, sir. So being sat on is a perfectly normal activity for him, I suppose.’

‘We must find a cure, Stibbons. This is too strange—’

‘Coo-ee, gentlemen!’

There was activity in front of the window. It centred around a vision in pink, although admittedly the sort of vision associated with the more erratic kind of hallucinogen.

In theory there is no dignified way for a lady of a certain age to climb through a window, but nevertheless this one was attempting it. In fact she moved with more than dignity, which is something that is given away free with kings and bishops; what she had was respectability, which is home-made out of cast iron. However, at some point she would have to show a bit of ankle, and she was wedged awkwardly on the sill while trying to prevent this from happening.

The Senior Wrangler coughed. If he had been wearing a tie he would have straightened it.

‘Ah,’ said Ridcully. ‘The inestimable Mrs Whitlow. Someone go and give her a hand, Stibbons.’

‘I’ll help,’ said the Senior Wrangler, just a little faster than he meant.[12]

The University’s housekeeper turned and spoke to someone unseen beyond the window and then turned back, her shouting-at-subordinates expression briefly visible before it was eclipsed by her much sunnier talking-to-wizards one.

The Chair of Indefinite Studies had once upset the Senior Wrangler by saying that the housekeeper had a face full of chins, but there was a glossiness about her that put some people in mind of a candle that had been kept in the warm for too long. There wasn’t anything approaching a straight line anywhere on Mrs Whitlow, until she found that something hadn’t been dusted properly, when you could use her lips as a ruler.

Most of the Faculty walked in dread of her. She had strange powers that they couldn’t quite get a grip on, like the ability to get the beds made and the windows washed. A wizard who could wield a staff crackling with power against dreadful monsters from some ghastly region was nevertheless quite capable of picking up a feather duster by the wrong end and seriously injuring himself with it. At Mrs Whitlow’s whim people’s clothes got washed and socks got darned.[13] If anyone annoyed her, they found their study spring-cleaned more often than was good for them, and since to a wizard his room is as personal an item as his trouser pockets this was a terrible vengeance.

‘Ai just thought you gentlemen would like a morning snack,’ she said, as the wizards helped her down. ‘So Ai took the liberty of getting the gels to put together a cold collation. Ai’ll just go and fetch it …’

The Archchancellor stood up hastily. ‘Well done, Mrs Whitlow.’

‘Er … a morning snack?’ said the Senior Wrangler. ‘It looks like mid-afternoon to me …’ His tone made it clear that if Mrs Whitlow wanted it to be the morning, he wasn’t going to cause any trouble.

‘Speed of light crossing the Disc,’ said Ponder. ‘We are close to the Rim, I’m sure. I’m trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun.’

‘I should leave it for a while,’ said the Senior Wrangler, squinting under his hand. ‘It’s too bright to see the numbers at the moment.’

Ridcully nodded happily. ‘I’m sure we could all do with a snack,’ he said. ‘Something suitable for the beach, perhaps.’

‘Cold pork and mustard,’ said the Dean, waking up.

‘Possibly some beer,’ said the Senior Wrangler.

‘And have we got any of those pies, you know, the ones with the egg inside them?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘Although I must say I’ve always thought that it was rather cruel to the chicken—’

There was a soft little sound, very similar to the one you get, aged around seven, when you stick your finger in your mouth and flick it out again quickly and think it is incredibly funny.

Ponder turned his head, dreading the sight he was about to see.

Mrs Whitlow had a tray of cutlery in one hand and was prodding ineffectually at the air with the stick that she held in the other.

‘Ai only moved it to get things through,’ she said. ‘Now Ai can’t seem to quate find where the silly thing is supposed to go.’

Where there had been a dark rectangle opening into the geographer’s dingy study, there was now only waving palms and sunlit sand. Strictly speaking, it could be said to be an improvement. It depended on your point of view.

Rincewind surfaced, gasping for breath. He’d fallen into a waterhole.

It was in … well, it looked as though once there had been a cave, and the roof had collapsed. There was a big circle of blue right above him.

Rocks had fallen down here, and sand had blown in, and seeds had taken root. Cool, damp and green … the place was a little oasis, tucked away from the sun and the wind.

He pulled himself out of the water and looked around while he drained off. Vines had grown among the rocks. A few small trees had managed to take root in the crack. There was even a little bit of a beach. By the look of the stains on the rocks, the water had once been a lot higher.

And there … Rincewind sighed. Wasn’t that just typical? You got some quiet little beauty spot miles from anywhere, and there was always some graffiti artist ready to spoil it. It was like that time when he was hiding out in the Morpork Mountains, and right in the back of one of the deepest caves some vandal had drawn loads of stupid bulls and antelopes. Rincewind had been so disgusted he’d wiped them off. And they’d left lots of old bones and junk lying around. Some people had no idea how to behave.

Here, they’d covered the rock walls with drawings in white, red and black. Animals again, Rincewind noticed. They didn’t even look particularly realistic.

He stopped, water dripping off him, in front of one. Someone had probably wanted to draw a kangaroo. There were the ears and the tail and the clown feet. But they looked alien, and there were so many lines and cross-hatchings that the figure seemed … odd. It looked as though the artist hadn’t just wanted to draw a kangaroo from the outside but had wanted to show the inside as well,{24} and then had wanted to show the kangaroo last year and today and next week and also what it was thinking, all at the same time, and had set out to do the whole thing with some ochre and a stick of charcoal.

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The Senior Wrangler had once walked past Mrs Whitlow’s rooms when the door was open, and he’d caught sight of the bare, headless, armless dressmaker’s dummy that she used to make all her own clothes. He’d had to go and lie down quietly after that and, ever since, had thought about Mrs Whitlow in a special way.

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Wizards lack the HW chromosome in their genes. Feminist researchers have isolated this as the one which allows people to see the washing-up in the sinks before the life forms growing there have actually invented the wheel. Or discovered slood.