The Last Hero

‘Really?’ said Rincewind, brightening up.

A squall of rain banged on the tarpaulins. Carrot tried to see ahead. A gap had been cut in the covers so that the—

‘By the way… what are we?’ he said. ‘I mean, what do we call ourselves?’

‘Possibly foolish.’ said Rincewind.

‘I meant officially?’ Carrot looked around the crammed cabin. ‘And what do we call this craft?’

‘The wizards call it the big kite,’ said Rincewind. ‘But it's nothing like a kite, a kite is something on a string which—’

‘It has to have a name,’ said Carrot. ‘It's very bad luck to attempt a voyage in a vessel with no name.’

Rincewind looked at the levers in front of his seat. They had to do mainly with dragons. ‘We're in a big wooden box and behind us are about a hundred dragons who are getting ready to burp,’ he said. ‘I think we need a name. Er… do you actually know how to fly this thing, Leonard?’

‘Not as such, but I intend to learn very soon.’

‘A really good name,’ said Rincewind fervently. Ahead of them the stormy horizon was lit by an explosion. The boats had hit the Circumfence, and burst into fierce, corrosive flame. ‘Right now?’ he added.

‘The kite, the real kite, is a very beautiful bird,’ said Leonard. ‘It's what I had in mind when I—’

‘The Kite it is, then,’ said Carrot firmly. He glanced at a list pinned in front of him and ticked off one item. ‘Shall I drop the tarpaulin anchor, sir?’

‘Yes. Er. Yes. Do that,’ said Leonard. Carrot pulled a lever. Below and behind them there was the sound of a splash, and then of cable running out very fast

‘There's a reef! There's rocks!’ Rincewind stood up, pointing.

The firelight ahead glowed on something squat and immovable, surrounded by surf.

‘No turning back,’ said Leonard as the sinking anchor dragged the Kite's coverings off like an enormous canvas egg. He reached out and pulled handles and knobs like an organist in full fugue.

‘Number One Blinkers… down. Tethers… off. Gentlemen, each pull those big handles beside you when I say…’

The rocks loomed. The white water at the lip of the endless Fall was red with fire and glowing with lightning. Jagged rocks were a few yards away, hungry as a crocodile's teeth.

‘Now! Now! Now! Mirrors… down! Good! We have flame! Now what was it… oh, yes… Everyoneholdontosomething!’

Wings unfolding, dragons flaring, the Kite rose from the splintering barge and into the storm and over the Rim of the world…

The only sound was a faint whisper of air as Rincewind and Carrot clambered off the shivering floor. Their pilot was staring out of the window.

‘Look at the birds! Oh, do look at the birds!’

In the calm sunlit air beyond the storm they swooped and turned in their thousands around the gliding ship, as small birds will mob an eagle. And it did look like an eagle, one that had just snatched a giant salmon from the Fall…

Leonard stood entranced, tears running down his cheeks.

Carrot tapped him very gently on the shoulder. ‘Sir?’

‘It's so beautiful… so beautiful…’

‘Sir, we need you to fly this thing, sir! Remember? Stage Two?’

‘Hmm?’ Then the artist shuddered, and part of him returned to his body. ‘Oh, yes, very well, very well…’ He sat down heavily in his seat. ‘Yes… to be sure… yes. We shall, er, we shall test the controls. Yes.’

He laid a trembling hand on the levers in front of him, and placed his feet on the pedals. The Kite lurched sideways on the air.

‘Oops… ah, now I think I have it… sorry… yes… oh, sorry, dear me… ah, now I think…’

Rincewind, flung against the window by another judder, looked down the face of the Rimfall.

Here and there, all the way down, mountain-sized islands projected from the wall of white water, glowing in the evening light. Little white clouds scudded between them. And everywhere there were birds, wheeling, nesting, gliding—

‘There's forests on those rocks! They're like little countries… there's people! I can see houses!’

He was thrown back again as the Kite banked into some cloud.

‘There's people living over the Edge!’ he said.

‘Old shipwrecks, I suppose,’ said Carrot.

‘I, er, I think I have the hang of it now,’ said Leonard, staring fixedly ahead. ‘Rincewind, please be so good as to pull that lever there, will you?’

Rincewind did so. There was a clunk behind them, and the ship shook slightly as the first-stage cage was dropped.

As it tumbled slowly apart in the air, small dragons spread their wings and flapped hopefully back towards the Disc.

‘I thought there would be more than that,’ said Rincewind.

‘Oh, those are just the ones we used to help us get clear of the Rim,’ said Leonard, as the Kite turned lazily in the air. ‘Most of the others we'll use to go down.’

‘Down?’ said Rincewind.

‘Oh, yes. We need to go down, as quickly as we can. No time to waste.’

‘Down? This is not the time to talk about down! You kept on talking about around. Around is fine! Not down!’

‘Ah, but you see, in order to go around we need to go down. Fast.’ Leonard looked reproachful. ‘I did put it in my notes—’

‘Down is not a direction with which I am happy!’

‘Hello? Hello?’ came a voice, out of the air.

‘Captain Carrot,’ said Leonard, as Rincewind sulked in his seat, ‘oblige me by opening the cabinet there, will you?’

This revealed a fragment of smashed omniscope and the face of Ponder Stibbons.

‘It works!’ His shout sounded muffled and somehow small, like the squeaking of an ant. ‘You're alive?’

‘We have separated the first dragons and everything is going well, sir,’ said Carrot.

‘No, it's not!’ Rincewind shouted. ‘They want to go dow—!’

Without turning his head, Carrot reached around behind Leonard and pulled Rincewind's hat down over his face.

‘The second-stage dragons will be about ready to burn now,’ said Leonard. ‘We had better get on, Mr Stibbons.’

‘Please take careful observations of all—’ Ponder began, but Leonard had politely closed the case.

‘Now then,’ he said, ‘if you gentlemen will undo the clips beside you and turn the large red handles you should be able to start the process of folding the wings back in. I believe that as we increase speed the impellers will make the process easier.’ He looked at Rincewind's blank face as the angry wizard freed himself from his hat. ‘We will use the rushing air as we fall to help us reduce the size of the wings, which we will not require for a while.’

‘I understand that,’ said Rincewind distantly. ‘I just hate it.’

‘The only way home is down, Rincewind,’ said Carrot, adjusting his seat belt. ‘And put your helmet