The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rod - Terry Pratchett [66]
… the red-hot flame of that horrible voice was boiling his mind away. The memories were unwinding and whirling into the darkness. All the other little voices, not the horrible voice but the Maurice voices, the ones that nagged at him and argued amongst themselves and told him he was doing wrong or could be better, were getting fainter-
And still Dangerous Beans stood there, small and wobbly, staring up into the dark.
'Yes,' said Dangerous Beans. 'I feel the pain.'
You are nothing but a rat. A little rat. And I am the very SOUL of ratdom. Admit it, little blind rat, little blind pet rat .
Dangerous Beans swayed, and Maurice heard him say, 'I will not. And I am not so blind that I can't see darkness.'
Maurice sniffed, and realized that Dangerous Beans was widdling himself in terror. But the little rat didn't move, even so.
Oh, yes, whispered the voice of Spider. And you can control the dark, yes? You told a little rat that. You can learn to control the dark.
'I am a rat,' whispered Dangerous Beans. 'But I am not vermin.'
VERMIN?
'Once we were just another squeaking thing in the forest,' said Dangerous Beans. 'And then men built barns and pantries full of food. Of course we took what we could. And so they called us vermin, and they have trapped us and covered us in poison and, somehow, out of that wretchedness, you have come. But you are no answer. You are just another bad thing humans made. You offer rats nothing except more pain. You have a power that lets you enter people's minds when they are tired or stupid or upset. And you are in mine now.'
Yes. Oh, yes!
'And still I stand here,' said Dangerous Beans. 'Now that I have smelled you, I can face you down. Even though my body is shaking, I can keep a place free from you. I can feel you running round in my head, you see, but all the doors are closed to you now. I can control the dark inside, which is where all darkness is. You have shown me that I am more than just a rat. If I am not more than a rat, I am nothing at all.'
The many heads of Spider turned this way and that. There wasn't much left of Maurice's mind to do any thinking now, but it looked as though the rat king was trying to reach a conclusion.
Its reply came in a roar.
THEN BE NOTHING!
Keith blinked. He had his hand on the latch of one of the rat cages.
The rats were watching him. All standing the same way, all watching his fingers. Hundreds of rats. They looked… hungry.
'Did you hear something?' said Malicia.
Keith lowered his hand very carefully, and took a couple of steps back. 'Why are we letting these out?' he said. 'It was like I'd been… dreaming…'
'I don't know. You're the rat boy.'
'But we agreed to let them out.'
'I… it was… I had a feeling that-'
'Rat kings can talk to people, can't they?' said Keith. 'Has it been talking to us?'
'But this is real life,' said Malicia.
'I thought it was an adventure,' said Keith.
'Damn! I forgot,' said Malicia. 'What're they doing?'
It was almost as if the rats were melting. They were no longer upright, attentive statues. Something like panic was spreading through them again.
Then other rats poured out of the walls, running madly across the floor. They were much bigger than the caged ones. One of them bit Keith on the ankle, and he kicked it away.
'Try to stamp on them but don't lose your balance, whatever you do!' he said. 'These are not friendly!'
'Tread on them?' said Malicia. 'Yuk!'
'You mean you haven't got anything in your bag to fight rats? This is a rat-catchers' lair! You've got plenty of stuff for pirates and bandits and robbers!'
'Yes, but there's never been a book about having an adventure in a rat-catcher's cellar!' Malicia shouted. 'Ow! One's on my neck! One's on my neck! And there's another one!' She bent down frantically to shake the rats loose and reared up as one leapt at her face.
Keith grabbed her hand. 'Don't fall over! They'll go mad if you do! Try to get to the door!'
'They're so fast!'