‘How does it feel about women?’
‘Oh, it’s not choosy. It ate a book of spells last year. Sulked for three days and then spat it out.’
‘It’s horrible,’ said Conina, and backed away.
‘Oh, yes,’ said Rincewind, ‘absolutely.’
‘I mean the way it stares!’
‘It’s very good at it, isn’t it?’
We must leave for Klatch, said a voice from the hatbox. One of these boats will be adequate. Commandeer it.
Rincewind looked at the dim, mist-wreathed shapes that loomed in the mist under a forest of rigging. Here and there a riding light made a little fuzzy ball of light in the gloom. >Rincewind wasn’t about to trust what a hat said.
‘We need something to shut the lid,’ he muttered. ‘A knife or something. You wouldn’t have one, would you?’
‘Look the other way,’ Conina warned.
There was a rustle and another gust of perfume.
‘You can look back now.’
Rincewind was handed a twelve-inch throwing knife. He took it gingerly. Little particles of metal glinted on its edge.
‘Thanks.’ He turned back. ‘Not leaving you short, am I?’
‘I have others.’
‘I’ll bet.’
Rincewind reached out gingerly with the knife. As it neared the leather box its blade went white and started to steam. He whimpered a little as the cold struck his hand - a burning, stabbing cold, a cold that crept up his arm and made a determined assault on his mind. He forced his numb fingers into action and, with great effort, nudged the edge of the lid with the tip of the blade.
The glow faded. The snow became sleet, then melted into drizzle.
Conina nudged him aside and pulled the box out of the frozen arms.
‘I wish there was something we could do for him. It seems wrong just to leave him here.’
‘He won’t mind,’ said Rincewind, with conviction.
‘Yes, but we could at least lean him against the wall. Or something.’
Rincewind nodded, and grabbed the frozen thief by his icicle arm. The man slipped out of his grasp and hit the cobbles.
Where he shattered.
Conina looked at the pieces.
‘Urg,’ she said.
There was a disturbance further up the alley, coming from the back door of the Troll’s Head. Rincewind felt the knife snatched from his hand and then go past his ear in a flat trajectory that ended in the doorpost twenty yards away. A head that had been sticking out withdrew hurriedly.
‘We’d better go,’ said Conina, hurrying along the alley. ‘Is there somewhere we can hide? Your place?’
‘I generally sleep at the University,’ said Rincewind, hopping along behind her.
You must not return to the University, growled the hat from the depths of its box. Rincewind nodded distractedly. The idea certainly didn’t seem attractive.