'See to it.' Lord Hong turned the sword so that the light caught it, and examined the edge. 'And, er, shall I send some servants to clear away the, er, body?'
'What?' said Lord Hong, lost in thought. 'The body, Lord Hong?'
'What body? Oh. Yes. See to it.' The walls were beautifully decorated. Even Rincewind noticed this, though they went past in a blur. Some had marvellous birds painted on them, or mountain scenes, or sprays of foliage, every leaf and bud done in exquisite detail with just a couple of brush strokes. Ceramic lions reared on marble pedestals. Vases bigger than Rincewind lined the corridors. Lacquered doors opened ahead of the guards. Rincewind was briefly aware of huge, ornate and empty rooms stretching away on either side. Finally they passed through yet another set of doors and he was flung down on a wooden floor. In these circumstances, he always found, it was best not to look up. Eventually an officious voice said, 'What do you have to say for yourself, miserable louse?'
'Well, I—'
'Silence!' Ah. So it was going to be that kind of interview. A different voice, a cracked, breathless and elderly voice, said, 'Where is the Grand . . . Vizier?'
'He has retired to his rooms, O Great One. He said he had a headache.'
'Summon him at . . . once.'
'Certainly, O Great One.' Rincewind, his nose pressed firmly to the floor, made some further assumptions. Grand Vizier was always a bad sign; it generally meant that people were going to suggest wild horses and red-hot chains. And when people were called things like 'O Great One', it was pretty certain that there was no appeal. 'This is a . . . rebel, is it?' The sentence was wheezed rather than spoken. 'Indeed, O Great One.'
'I think I would like a clo . . . ser look.'
There was a general murmur, suggesting that a number of people had been greatly surprised, and then the sound of furniture being moved. Rincewind thought he saw a blanket on the edge of his vision. Someone was wheeling a bed across the floor . . . 'Make it. . . stand up.' The gurgle in the pause was like the last bathwater going down the plughole. It sucked as wetly as an outgoing wave. Once again a foot kicked Rincewind in the kidneys, making its usual explicit request in the Esperanto of brutality. He got up. It was a bed, and quite the biggest Rincewind had ever seen. In it, swathed in brocades and almost lost in pillows, was an old man. Rincewind had never seen anyone look so ill. The face was pale, with a greenish pallor; veins showed up under the skin of his hands like worms in a jar. The Emperor had all the qualifications for a corpse except, as it were, the most vital one. 'So . . . this is the new Great Wizard of . . . whom we have read so much, is . . . it?' he said. When he spoke, people waited expectantly for the final gurgle in mid-sentence. 'Well, I—' Rincewind began. 'Silence!' screamed a chamberlain. Rincewind shrugged. He hadn't known what to expect of an Emperor, but the mental picture had room for a big fat man with lots of rings. Talking to this one was a hair's breadth from necromancy. 'Can you show us some more . . . magic, Great Wizard?' Rincewind glanced at the chamberlain. 'W—'
'Silence!' The Emperor waved a hand vaguely, gurgled with the effort, and gave Rincewind another enquiring look. Rincewind decided to chance things. 'I've got a good one,' he said. 'It's a vanishing trick.'
'Can you . . . do it now?'
'Only if everyone opens all the doors and turns their back.'
The Emperor's expression did not change. The court fell silent. Then there was a sound like a number of small rabbits being choked to death. The Emperor was laughing. Once this was established, everyone else laughed too. No-one can get a laugh like a man who can have you put to death more easily than he goes to the lavatory. 'What shall we do with . . . you?' he said. 'Where is the . . . Grand . . . Vizier?' The crowd parted. Rincewind risked a sideways squint. Once you were in the hands of a Grand Vizier, you were dead. Grand Viziers were always scheming megalomaniacs. It was probably in the job description: 'Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted minister.'
'Ah, Lord . . . Hong,' said the Emperor. 'Mercy?' suggested Rincewind. 'Silence!' screamed the chamberlain. 'Tell me, Lord . . . Hong,' said the ancient Emperor. 'What would be the punishment for a . . . foreigner . . . entering the Forbidden City?'
'Removal of all limbs, ears and eyes, and then allowed to go free,' said Lord Hong. Rincewind raised his hand. 'First offence?' he said. 'Silence!'
'We find, generally, that there is no second offence,' said Lord Hong. 'What is this person?'
'I like him,' said the Emperor. 'I think I shall . . . keep him. He makes me . . . laugh.' Rincewind opened his mouth. 'Silence!' screamed the chamberlain, perhaps unwisely in view of current thinking. 'Er . . . could you stop him shouting “Silence!” every time I try to speak?' Rincewind ventured. 'Certainly . . . Great Wizard,' said the Emperor. He nodded at some guards. 'Take the chamberlain . . . away and cut his . . . lips off.'
'Great One, I—!'
'And his ears . . . also.'
The wretched man was dragged away. A pair of lacquered doors slammed shut. There was a round of applause from the courtiers. 'Would you . . . like to watch him eat . . . them?' said the Emperor grinning happily. 'It's tre . . . mendous fun.'
'Ahahaha,' said Rincewind. 'A good decision, lord,' said Lord Hong. He turned his head towards Rincewind. To the wizard's immense surprise, and some horror too, he winked. 'O Great One . . .' said a plump courtier, dropping to his knees, bouncing slightly, and then nervously approaching the Emperor, 'I wonder if perhaps it is entirely wise to be so merciful to this foreign dev—' The Emperor looked down. Rincewind would have sworn that dust fell off him. There was a gentle movement among the crowd. Without anyone apparently doing anything so gross as activating their feet, there was nevertheless a widening space around the kneeling man. Then the Emperor smiled. 'Your concern is well . . . received,' he said. The courtier risked a relieved grin. The Emperor added, 'However, your presumption is not. Kill him slowly . . . over several . . . days.'
'Aaargh!'
'Yes in . . . deed! Lots of boiling . . . oil!'
'An excellent idea, o lord,' said Lord Hong. The Emperor turned back to Rincewind. 'I am sure the . . . Great Wizard is my friend,' he suctioned. 'Ahahaha,' said Rincewind. He'd been in this approximate position before, gods knew. But he'd always been facing someone - well, usually someone who looked like Lord Hong, not a near-corpse who was clearly so far round the bend he couldn't poke sanity with a long pole. 'We shall have such . . . fun,' said the Emperor. 'I read . . . all about you.'
w what you did to Captain Four White Fox!'
'What? Who's he?'
'Take . . . him . . . to . . . the . . . Emperor.' As he was dragged off Rincewind saw, for one brief moment, the guards closing on the Red Army, swords flashing . . . A metal plate shuddered for a moment, and then dropped on the floor. 'Careful!'
'I ain't used to being careful! Bruce the Hoon wasn't care—'
'Shut up about Bruce the Hoon!'