“N-nothing!” said Twoflower. “What’s happening?”
“I’m being dragged into this pit, what do you think?”
“Oh Rincewind, I’m sorry-“
“You’re sorry-“
There was a noise like a singing saw and the pressure on Rincewind’s legs abruptly ceased. He turned his head and saw Hrun crouched by the pit, his sword a blur as it hacked at the tentacles racing out towards him.
Twoflower helped the wizard to his feet and they crouched by the altar stone, watching the manic figure as it battled the questing arms.
“It won’t work,” said Rincewind. “The Sender can materialise tentacles. What are you doing?”
Twoflower was feverishly attaching the cage of subdued lizards to the picture box, which he had mounted on a tripod.
“I’ve just got to get a picture of this,” he muttered.
“It’s stupendous! Can you hear me, imp?”
The picture imp opened his tiny hatch, glanced momentarily at the scene around the pit, and vanished into the box. Rincewind jumped as something touched his leg, and brought his heel down on a questing tentacle.
“Come on,” he said. “Time to go zoom.” He grabbed Twoflower’s arm, but the tourist resisted.
“Run away and leave Hrun with that thing?” he said.
Rincewind looked blank. “Why not?” he said. “it’s his job.”
“But it’ll kill him,”
“It could be worse,” said Rincewind.
“What?”
“It could be us,” Rincewind pointed out logically.
“Come on!”
Twoflower pointed. “Hey” he said. “It’s got my Luggage! “
Before Rincewind could restrain him Twoflower ran around the edge of the pit to the box, which was being dragged across the floor while its lid snapped ineffectually at the tentacle that held it. The little man began to kick at the tentacle in fury. Another one snapped out of the melee around Hrun and caught him around the waist. Hrun himself was already an indistinct shape amid the tightening coils. Even as Rincewind stared in horor the Hero’s sword was wrenched from his grasp and hurled against a wall.
“Your spell!” shouted Twoflower.
Rincewind did not move. He was looking at the Thing rising out of the pit. It was an enormous eye, and it was staring directly at him. He whimpered as a tentacle fastened itself around his waist. The words of the spell rose unbidden in his throat. He opened his mouth as in a dream, shaping it around the first barbaric syllable. Another tentacle shot out like a whip and coiled around his throat, choking him. Staggering and gasping, Rincewind was dragged across the floor.
One flailing arm caught Twoflower’s picture box as it skittered past on its tripod. He snatched it up instinctively, as his ancestors might have snatched up a stone when faced with a marauding tiger. If only he could get enough room to swing it against the Eye…
…the Eye filled the whole universe in front of him. Rincewind felt his will draining away like water from a sieve.
In front of him the torpid lizards stirred in their cage on the picture box. Irrationally, as a man about to be beheaded notices every scratch and stain on the executioner’s block, Rincewind saw that they had overlarge tails that were bluish-white and, he realized, throbbing alarmingly. As he was drawn towards the Eye the terrors-truck Rincewind raised the box protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say
“They’re about ripe now, can’t hold them any longer. Everyone smile, please.”
There was a flash of light so white and so bright it didn’t seem like light at all.
Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and finished somewhere in Rincewind’s bowels. The tentacles went momentarily as stiff as rods, hurling their various cargoes around the room, before bunching up protectively in front of the abused Eye. The whole mass dropped into the pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the edge.
Hrun landed rolling, bounced off a wall and came up on his feet. He found his sword and started to chop methodically at the doomed arms.