Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett [119]
What emerged, crackling with blue flame, was a sword.
It was a work of art, the sword. It had imaginary velocity, negative energy, and positive cold, cold so cold that it met heat coming the other way and took on something of its nature. Burning cold. There has never been anything as cold as this since before the universe began. In fact, it seemed to Chaos, everything since then had been merely lukewarm.
“Well, I’m back,” he said.
The fifth horseman rode out, and a faint smell of cheese followed with him.
Unity looked at the other two, and at the blue glow that still hovered around the group. They had taken cover behind a fruit barrow.
“If I may offer a suggestion,” she said, “it is that w—that Auditors are not good with surprises. The impulse is always to consult. And the assumption is always that there will be a plan.”
“So?” said Susan.
“I suggest total madness. I suggest you and…and the…young man run for the shop, and I will attract the attention of the Auditors. I believe this old man should assist me because he will die soon in any case.”
There was silence.
“Accurate yet unnecessary,” said Lu-Tze.
“That was not good etiquette?” she said.
“It could have been better. However, is it not written, ‘When you have got to go, you have got to go’?” said Lu-Tze. “And also that ‘You should always wear clean underwear because you never know if you will be knocked down by a cart’?”
“Will it help?” said Unity, looking very puzzled.
“That is one of the great mysteries of the Way,” said Lu-Tze, nodding sagely. “What chocolate do we have left?”
“We’re down to the nougat now,” said Unity. “And I believe nougat is a terrible thing to cover with chocolate, where it can ambush the unsuspecting. Susan?”
Susan was peering up the street.
“Mmm?”
“Do you have any chocolate left?”
Susan shook her head. “Mmm-mmm.”
“I believe you were carrying the cherry cremes?”
“Mmm?”
Susan swallowed, and then gave a cough which expressed, in a remarkably concise way, embarrassment and annoyance.
“I just had one,” she snapped. “I needed the sugar.”
“I’m sure no one said you did have more than one,” said Unity meekly.
“We haven’t been counting at all,” said Lu-Tze.
“If you have a handkerchief,” said Unity, diplomatically, “I could wipe away the chocolate around your mouth, which must have inadvertently got there during the last engagement.”
Susan glared and used the back of her hand.
“It’s just the sugar,” she said. “That’s all. It’s fuel. And do stop going on about it! Look, we can’t just let you die to get—”
Yes, we can, said Lobsang.
“Why?” said Susan, shocked.
Because I have seen everything.
“Would you like to tell everyone?” said Susan, reverting to Classroom Sarcasm. “We’d all like to know how this ends!”
You misunderstand the meaning of “everything.”
Lu-Tze rummaged in his sack of ammunition and produced two chocolate eggs and a paper bag. Unity went white at the sight of the bag.
“I didn’t know we had any of those!”
“Good, are they?”
“Coffee beans coated in chocolate,” breathed Susan. “They should be outlawed!”
The two women watched in horror as Lu-Tze put one in his mouth. He gave them a surprised look.
“Quite nice, but I prefer licorice,” he said.
“You mean you don’t want another one?” said Susan.
“No, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’d quite like licorice, though, if you have any…”
“Have you had some special monk training?”
“Well, not in chocolate combat, no,” said Lu-Tze. “But is it not written, ‘If you have another one, you won’t have an appetite for your dinner’?”
“You really mean you will not eat a second chocolate coffee bean?”
“No, thank you.”
Susan looked across at Unity, who was trembling.
“You do have taste buds, don’t you?” she said, but she felt a pressure on her arm pulling her away.
“You two get behind that cart over there and run when you get the signal,” said Lu-Tze.
“Go now!”
“What signal?”
We’ll know, said the voice of Lobsang.
Lu-Tze watched them hurry away. Then he picked up his broom