Carpe Jugulum - Terry Pratchett [27]
“Are you all right? You really know there are no vampires here, don’t you…”
He’s controlling you! Perdita screamed. They’re…affecting people!
“I’m a bit…faint from all the excitement,” Agnes mumbled. “I think I’ll go home.” Some instinct at bone-marrow level made her add, “I’ll ask Nanny to go with me.”
Vlad gave her an odd look, as if she wasn’t reacting in quite the right way. Then he smiled. Agnes noticed that he had very white teeth.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Miss Nitt,” he said. “There’s something so…inner about you.”
That’s me! That’s me! He can’t work me out! Now let’s both get out of here! yelled Perdita.
“But we shall meet again.”
Agnes gave him a nod and staggered away, clutching at her head. It felt like a ball of cotton wool in which there was, inexplicably, a needle.
She passed Mightily Oats, who’d dropped his book on the floor and was sitting groaning with his head in his hands. He raised it to look at her.
“Er…miss, have you anything that might help my head?” he said. “It really is…rather painful…”
“The queen makes up some sort of headache pills out of willow bark,” Agnes panted, and hurried on.
Nanny Ogg was standing morosely with a pint in her hand, a hitherto unheard-of combination.
“The weasel juggler didn’t turn up,” she said. “Well, I’m going to put out the hard word on him. He’s had it in showbusiness in these parts.”
“Could you…help me home, Nanny?”
“So what if he got bitten on the essentials, that’s all part of—Are you all right?”
“I feel really awful, Nanny.”
“Let’s go, then. All the good beer’s gone and I’m not stoppin’ anyway if there’s nothin’ to laugh at.”
The wind was whistling across the sky when they walked back to Agnes’s cottage. In fact there seemed more whistle than wind. The leafless trees creaked as they passed, the weak moonlight filling the eaves of the woods with dangerous shadows. Clouds were piling in, and there was more rain on the way.
Agnes noticed Nanny pick up something as they left the town behind them.
It was a stick. She’d never known a witch to carry a stick at night before.
“Why have you got that, Nanny?”
“What? Oh? Dunno, really. It’s a rattly old night, ain’t it…?”
“But you’re never frightened of anything in Lan—”
Several things pushed through the bushes and clattered onto the road ahead. For a moment Agnes thought they were horses, until the moonlight caught them. Then they were gone, into the shadows on the other side of the road. She heard galloping among the trees.
“Haven’t seen any of those for a long time,” said Nanny.
“I’ve never seen centaurs at all except in pictures,” said Agnes.
“Must’ve come down out of Uberwald,” said Nanny. “Nice to see them about again.”
Agnes hurriedly lit the candles when she got into the cottage, and wished there were bolts on the door.
“Just sit down,” said Nanny, “I’ll get a cup of water, I know my way around here.”
“It’s all right, I—”
Agnes’s left arm twitched. To her horror it swung at the elbow and waved its hand up and down in front of her face, as if guided by a mind of its own.
“Feeling a bit warm, are you?” said Nanny.
“I’ll get the water!” panted Agnes.
She rushed into the kitchen, gripping her left wrist with her right hand. It shook itself free, grabbed a knife from the draining board, and stabbed it into the wall, dragging it so that it formed crude letters in the crumbling plaster:
VMPIR
It dropped the knife, grabbed at the hair on the back of Agnes’s head, and thrust her face within inches of the letters.
“You all right in there?” Nanny called from the next room.
“Er, yes, but I think I’m trying to tell me something—”
A movement made her turn. A small blue man wearing a blue cap was staring at her from the shelves over the washcopper. He stuck out his tongue, made a very small obscene gesture, and disappeared behind a bag of washing crystals.
“Nanny?”
“Yes, luv?”
“Are there such things as blue mice?”
“Not while you’re sober, dear.”
“I think…I’m owed a drink, then. Is there any brandy left?”
Nanny came in, uncorking the flask.
“I topped