Sourcery

gods. It's not for us. There was something wrong with it, and we have forgotten what it was. I liked wizardry. It didn't upset the world. It fitted. It was right. A wizard was all I wanted to be.

He looked down at his feet.

'Yes,' he whispered.

'Good,' said Coin, in a satisfied tone of voice. He strolled to the edge of the tower and looked down at the street map of Ankh-Morpork far below. The Tower of Art came barely a tenth of the way towards them.

'I believe,' he said, 'I believe that we will hold the ceremony next week, at full moon.'

'Er. It won't be full moon for three weeks,' said Carding.

'Next week,' Coin repeated. 'If I say the moon will be full, there will be no argument.' He continued to stare down at the model buildings of the University, and then pointed.

'What's that?'

Carding craned.

'Er. The Library. Yes. It's the Library. Er.'

The silence was so oppressive that Carding felt something more was expected of him. Anything would be better than that silence.

'It's where we keep the books, you know. Ninety thousand volumes, isn't it, Spelter?'

'Um? Oh. Yes. About ninety thousand, I suppose.'

Coin leaned on the staff and stared.

'Burn them,' he said. 'All of them.'

Midnight strutted its black stuff along the corridors of Unseen University as Spelter, with rather less confidence, crept cautiously towards the impassive doors of the Library. He knocked, and the sound echoed so loudly in the empty building that he had to lean against the wall and wait for his heart to slow down a bit.

After a while he heard a sound like heavy furniture being moved about.

'Oook?'

'It's me.'

'Oook?'

'Spelter.'

'Oook.'

'Look, you've got to get out! He's going to burn the Library!'

There was no reply.

Spelter let himself sag to his knees.

'He'll do it, too,' he whispered. 'He'll probably make me do it, it's that staff, um, it knows everything that's going on, it knows that I know about it ... please help me ...'

'Oook?'

'The other night, I looked into his room ... the staff, the staff was glowing, it was standing there in the middle of the room like a beacon and the boy was on the bed sobbing, I could feel it reaching out, teaching him, whispering terrible things, and then it noticed me, you've got to help me, you're the only one who isn't under the-’