into the ice room, where his breath turned to fog in the frigid air. Churns were stacked across the floor, sparkling on the outside. Vats of butter and cream were piled on shelves that glistened with ice. Rack after rack of eggs were just visible through the frost. He'd been planning to add the ice-cream business in the summer. It was such an obvious step. Besides, he needed to use up the cold.
A stove was burning in the middle of the floor. Mr Soak always bought good coal from the dwarfs, and the iron plates were glowing red. The room, one felt, ought to be an oven, but there was a gentle sizzling on the stove as frost battled with the heat. With the stove roaring, the room was merely an ice-box. Without the stove…
Ronnie opened the door of a white-rimed cupboard and smashed at the ice within with his fist. Then he reached inside.
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.
“Well, I'm back,” he said.
The Fifth Horseman rode out, and a faint smell of cheese followed 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 make 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 that expressed, in a remarkably concise way, embarrassment
“I just had one!” she snapped. “I need the sugar.”
“I'm sure no one said you did have more than one,” said Unity meekly.
“We haven't been counting at
“If you have a handkerchief,” said Unity, still 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—”
“Why?” said Susan, shocked.
“Would you like to tell everyone?” said Susan, reverting to Classroom Sarcasm. “We'd all like to know how this ends!”
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!” she said.
“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 liquorice,” he said.
“You mean you don't want another one?” said Susan.
“No, thank you.”
“Are you
“Yes. I'd quite like liquorice, 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
“No, thank you.”
Susan looked across at Unity, who was trembling. “You
“You two get behind that cart over there and run when you get the signal,” said Lu-Tze. “Go now!”
“What signal?”
Lu-Tze watched them hurry away. Then he picked up his broom in one hand and stepped out into the view of a street full of grey people.
“Excuse me?” he said. “Could I have your attention, please?”
“What is he doing?” said Susan, crouching behind the cart.
“They'll be the ones giving the orders,” said Susan.
“Yes. They've learned from humans. Auditors aren't used to taking orders. They need persuading.”
“What's he done? What's he done?”