he was suddenly in a little private time and space of his own.
‘So we
POSSIBLY. I'M AFRAID THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE IS MAKING MY JOB VERY DIFFICULT. HOW ABOUT A MAGAZINE?
The
‘We're going to land in that snowfield,’ said Carrot, slipping into the pilot's seat. ‘Leonard
The
‘Outstanding!’ said Carrot. ‘It's just a walk in the park!’
‘You mean people are going to mug us and steal all our money and kick us viciously in the ribs?’ said Rincewind. ‘Could be. We're heading directly towards the city. Have you noticed?’
They stared ahead. The gates of Dunmanifestin were getting closer very quickly. The
‘This is not the time to panic,’ said Rincewind.
The
Halfway through the gateway of the gods.
‘So… seven and I win,’ said Cohen. ‘It comes down showin' seven and I win, right?’
‘Yes. Of course,’ said Fate.
‘Sounds like a million-to-one chance to me,’ said Cohen.
He tossed the die high in the air, and it slowed as it rose, tumbling glacially with a noise like the
It reached the top of its arc and began to fall.
Cohen was staring fixedly at it, absolutely still. Then his sword was out of its scabbard and it whirled around in a complex curve. There was a
…two halves of an ivory cube bounced across the table.
One landed showing the six. The other landed showing the one.
One or two of the gods, to the minstrel's amazement, began to applaud.
‘I think we had a deal?’ said Cohen, still holding his sword.
‘Really? And have you heard the saying “You cannot cheat Fate”?’ said Fate.
Mad Hamish rose in his wheelchair. ‘Ha' ye heard the sayin' “Can yer mither stitch, pal”?’ he yelled.
As one man, or god, the Silver Horde closed up and drew its weaponry.
‘No fighting!’ shouted Blind Io. ‘That is the rule here! We've got the
‘That wasn't cheating!’ Cohen growled. ‘Leavin' scrolls around to lure heroes to their death,
‘But where would heroes be without magic maps?’ said Blind Io.
‘Many of 'em 'd still be alive!’ snapped Cohen. ‘Not pieces in some damn game!’
‘You
‘Show me where it says that in the rules! Yeah, why not show me the
‘You mutht admit it wath a good thtroke,’ said Offler. Several of the lesser gods nodded.
‘What? Are you prepared to let them stand here and
‘Defy
The Lady stepped daintily through the crowd. The gods parted to let her pass. They recognised a legend in the making when they saw it.
‘And who are
‘I?’ The Lady unfolded her hands. A die lay on each palm, the solitary single dot facing up. But at a flick of her wrist the two flew together, lengthened, entwined, became a hissing snake writhing in the air – and vanished.
‘I… am the million-to-one-chance,’ she said.
‘Yeah?’ said Cohen, less impressed than the minstrel thought he ought to be. ‘And who are all the other chances?’
‘I am those, also.’
Cohen sniffed. ‘Then you ain't no lady.’
‘Er, that's not really—’ the minstrel began.
‘Oh, that wasn't what I was supposed to say, was it?’ said Cohen. ‘I was supposed to say. “Ooh, ta, missus, much obliged”? Well, I ain't. They say fortune favours the brave, but
The minstrel was staring at a god on the edge of the crowd.
‘It's
The little god took a step backward, but made the mistake of trying dignity. ‘Be silent, mortal!’
‘You utter, utter… fifteen years! Fifteen damn years before I ever tasted garlic! And the priests used to get up early in the countryside round us to jump on all the mushrooms! And do you know how
‘I shall smite you with lightning!’ squeaked Nuggan, raising his hands to protect himself.
‘You can't! Not here! You can only do that stuff back in the world! All you can do here is bluff and illusion! And
Cohen laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. ‘Well said, lad. Well said. But it's time you were goin'.’
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‘Just let me give him one wallop—’ shouted the minstrel.
‘Listen, son, listen,’ said Cohen, struggling to hold him. ‘You got better things to do with that lyre than smash it over someone's head, right? A few little verses – it's 'mazin' how
The minstrel relaxed a little, but only a little. Nuggan had taken refuge behind a group of other gods.
‘He'll wait until I'm out of the gates—’ groaned the minstrel.
‘He'll be busy! Truckle, press that plunger!’
‘Ah, your famous firework,’ said Blind Io. ‘But, my dear mortal, fire cannot harm the gods…’
‘Well now,’ said Cohen, ‘that depends, right? 'Cos in a minute or so, the top of this mountain is gonna look like a volcano. Everyone in the world will see it. I wonder if they'll believe in the gods any more?’