Thief of Time

again.”

“Right.”

They both stood up. “And, er, what happens now?” said the chief acolyte. He was a broken man, and he knew it. Nothing was going to be the same after this.

“Nothing, really,” said Lu-Tze. “Sweepers get on with sweeping. You take that side, lad, and I'll take this.”

“But he is Time!” said the chief acolyte. “The son of Wen! There is so much we have to ask!”

“There is so much I will not tell,” said Lobsang, smiling. The abbot leaned forward and dribbled into the chief acolyte's ear.

He gave up. “Of course, it is not up to us to question you,” he said, backing away.

“No,” said Lobsang. “It is not. I suggest you all get on with your very important work, because this plaza is going to need all my attention.”

There were frantic hand signals amongst the senior monks and, gradually, reluctantly, the monastery staff moved away.

“They'll be watching us from every place they can hide,” mumbled Lu-Tze, when the sweepers were alone.

“Oh, yes,” said Lobsang.

“So, how are you, then?”

“Very well. And my mother is happy, and she will retire with my father.”

“What? A cottage in the country, that sort of thing?”

“Not quite. Similar, though.”

There was no sound for a while but the brushing of two brooms. Then Lobsang said, “I'm aware, Lu-Tze, that it is usual for an apprentice to give a small gift or token to his master when he finishes his apprenticeship.”

“Possibly,” said Lu-Tze, straightening up. “But I don't need anything. I've got my mat, my bowl and my Way.”

“Every man has something he desires,” said Lobsang.

“Hah! Got you there, then, wonder boy. I'm eight hundred years old. I've run through all my desires long ago.”

“Oh dear. That is a shame. I hoped I could find something.” Now Lobsang straightened up and swung his broom onto his shoulder.

“In any case, I must leave,” he said. “There is so much still to do.”

“I'm sure there is,” said Lu-Tze. “I'm sure there is. There's the whole stretch under the trees, for one thing. And while we're on the subject, wonder boy, did you let that witch have her broomstick back?”

Lobsang nodded. “Let us just say… I put things back. It's a lot newer than it was, too.”

“Hah!” said Lu-Tze, sweeping up a few more petals. “Just like that. Just like that. So easily does a thief of time repay his debts!”

Lobsang must have caught the rebuke in the tone. He stared down at his feet. “Well, perhaps not all of them, I admit,” he said.

“Oh?” said Lu-Tze, still apparently fascinated by the end of his own broom.

“But when you have to save a world you cannot think of one person, you see, because one person is a part of that world,” Lobsang went on.

“Really?” said the sweeper. “You think so? You've been talking to some very strange people, my lad.”

“But now I have time,” said Lobsang earnestly. “And I hope she'll understand.”

“It's amazing what a lady will understand, if you find the right way of putting it,” said Lu-Tze. “Best of luck, lad. You didn't do so bad, on the whole. And is it not written, ‘There's no time like the present’?”

Lobsang smiled at him, and vanished.

Lu-Tze went back to his sweeping. After a while, he smiled at a memory. An apprentice gives a gift to the master, eh? As if Lu-Tze could want anything that Time could give him…

And he stopped, and looked up, and laughed out loud. Overhead, swelling as he watched, the cherries were ripening.

Tick

In some place that had not existed before, and only existed now for this very purpose, stood a large, gleaming vat.

“Ten thousand gallons of delicate fondant sugar cream infused with essence of violet and stirred into dark chocolate,” said Chaos. “There are also strata of hazelnut praline in rich butter cream, and areas of soft caramel for that special touch of delight.”

SO… YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS VAT COULD EXIST SOMEWHERE IN A TRULY INFINITE EVERYWHERE AND THEREFORE IT CAN EXIST HERE? said Death.

“Indeed,” said Chaos.

BUT IT NO LONGER EXISTS IN THE PLACE WHERE IT SHOULD EXIST.

“No. It should, now, exist here. The maths is easy,” said Chaos.

AH? WELL, MATHS, said Death dismissively. GENERALLY I NEVER GET MUCH FURTHER THAN SUBTRACTION.

“In any case, chocolate is hardly a rare commodity,” said Chaos. “There are planets covered in the stuff.”

REALLY?

“Indeed.”

IT MIGHT BE BEST, said Death, IF NEWS LIKE THAT DID NOT GET ABOUT. He walked back to where Unity was waiting in the darkness.

YOU DO NOT NEED TO DO THIS, he said.

“What else is there?” said Unity. “I have betrayed my own kind. And I am hideously insane. I can never be at home anywhere. And staying here would be an agony.”

She stared into the chocolate abyss. A dusting of sugar sparkled on its surface.

Then she slipped out of her dress. To her amazement she felt embarrassed about doing so, but still drew herself up haughtily.

“Spoon,” she commanded, and held out her right hand imperiously. Chaos gave a silver ladle a final, theatrical polish and passed it to her.

“Goodbye,” said Unity. “Do pass on my best wishes to your granddaughter.”

She walked a few steps back, turned, broke into a run, and took off into a perfect swallow dive.

The chocolate closed over her with barely a sound. Then the two watchers waited until the fat, lazy ripples had died away.

“Now there was a lady with style,” said Chaos. “What a waste.”

YES. I THOUGHT SO.

“Well, it's been fun… up to that point, anyway. And now I must be off,” said Chaos.

YOU'RE CONTINUING WITH THE MILK ROUND?

“People rely on me.”

Death looked impressed. IT'S GOING TO BE… INTERESTING TO HAVE YOU BACK, he said.

“Yeah. It is,” said Chaos. “You're not coming?”

I'M JUST GOING TO WAIT HERE FOR A WHILE.

“Why?”

JUST IN CASE.

“Ah.”

YES.

It was some minutes later that Death reached into his robe and pulled out a lifetimer that was small and