The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rod - Terry Pratchett [40]
When the voice arrived again, it sounded very suspicious.
What kind of creature are you? Your mind is WRONG .
'I prefer amazing,' said Maurice. 'Anyway, who are you, asking me questions in the dark?'
All he could smell was rat. He heard a faint sound off to his left, and just made out the shape of a very large rat, creeping towards him.
Another sound made him turn. Another rat was coming from the other direction. He could only just make it out in the gloom.
A rustle ahead of him suggested that there was a rat right in front, slipping quietly through the dark.
Here come my eyes… WHAT? CAT! CAT! KILL!
CHAPTER 8
Mr Bunnsy realized that he was a fat rabbit in the Dark Wood and wished he wasn't a rabbit or, at least, not a fat one. But Ratty Rupert was on the way. Little did he know what was waiting for him.
- From Mr Bunnsy Has An Adventure
The three rats leapt they were already too late. There was just a Maurice-shaped hole in the air. Maurice was across the room and scrambling up some boxes.
There was squeaking below him. He jumped onto another box and saw a place in the wall where some of the rotten bricks had fallen out. He aimed for it, scrabbled on thin air as more bricks moved under him, and pushed himself into the unknown.
It was another cellar. And it was full of water. In fact, what it was full of was not exactly water. It was what water eventually becomes when rat cages drain into it, and gutters up above drain into it, and it has had a chance to sit and bubble gently to itself for a year or so. To call it 'mud' would be an insult to perfectly respectable swamps all over the world.
Maurice landed in it. It went 'gloop'.
He cat-paddled furiously through the thick stuff, trying not to breathe, and dragged himself out on a pile of rubble on the other side of the room. A fallen rafter, slimy with mould, led up to more tangled, fire-blackened wood in the ceiling.
He could still hear the dreadful voice in his head, but it was muffled. It was trying to give him orders. Trying to give a cat orders? It was easier to nail jelly to a wall. What did it think he was, a dog?
Stinking mud oozed off him. Even his ears were full of mud. He went to lick himself clean, and then stopped. It was a perfectly normal cat reaction, licking yourself clean. But licking this off would probably kill him-
There was a movement in the dark. He could just make out some big rat shapes pouring through the hole. There were a couple of splashes. Some of the shapes were creeping along the walls.
Ah, said the voice. You see them? Watch them come for you, CAT!
Maurice stopped himself from running. This was no time to listen to his inner cat. His inner cat had got him out of the room, but his inner cat was stupid. It wanted him to attack things small enough and run away from everything else. But no cat could tackle a bunch of rats this size. He froze, and tried to keep an eye on the advancing rats. They were heading directly for him.
Hold on… hold on…
The voice had said: You can see them…
How did it know?
Maurice tried to think loudly: Can… You… Read… My… Mind?
Nothing happened.
Maurice had a burst of inspiration. He shut his eyes.
Open them! came the immediate command, and his eyelids trembled.
Shan't, thought Maurice. You can't hear my thoughts! he thought. You only use my eyes and ears! You're just guessing what I'm thinking.
There was no reply. Maurice didn't wait. He leapt. The sloping beam was where he remembered it. He clawed his way up, and hung on. At least all they could do was follow him up. With any luck, he could use his claws…
The rats got closer. Now they were sniffing for him down below, and he imagined quivering noses in the darkness.
One started to climb the beam, still sniffing. It must have been within inches of Maurice's tail when it turned around and went back down again.
He heard them reach the top of the rubble. There was more bewildered sniffing and then, in the dark, the