'I ought to be getting back so I can--' William began.
'This won't take long,' said the head dwarf. 'Just you step along this way, will you? This might be of interest to a man of letters such as yourself,'
William followed him along the avenue of busy dwarfs to the machine, which had been thumping away steadily.
'Oh. It's an engraving press,' said William vaguely.
'This one's a bit different,' said the dwarf. 'We've... modified it,' He took a large sheet of paper off a pile by the press and gave it to William, who read:
GUNILLA GOODMOUNTAIN & CO.
Reƒpectfully Solicit
Work for their New
WORD SMITHY
A method of taking multiple impresfions
the like of which
Hath not hiterto been Seen.
Reaƒbnable rates.
At the Sign of The Bucket, Gleam Street,
off Treacle Mine Road, Ankh-Morpork.
'What do you think?' said the dwarf shyly.
'Are you Gunilla Goodmountain?'
'Yes. What do you think?'
'We-ell... you've got the letters nice and regular, I must say,' said William. 'But I can't see what's so new about it. And you've spelled "hitherto" wrong. There should be another h after the first t. You'll have to cut it all out again unless you want people to laugh at you,'
'Really?' said Goodmountain. He nudged one of his colleagues.
'Just give me a ninety-six-point lower-case h, will you, Caslong? Thank you,'
Goodmountain bent over the press, picked up a spanner and busied himself somewhere in the mechanical gloom.
'You must have a really steady hand to get the letters so neat,' said William. He felt a bit sorry that he'd pointed out the mistake. Probably no one would have noticed in any case. Ankh-Morpork people considered that spelling was a sort of optional extra. They believed in it in the same way they believed in punctuation; it didn't matter where you put it so long as it was there.
The dwarf finished whatever arcane activity he had been engaged in, dabbed with an inked pad at something inside the press, and got down.
'I'm sure it won't' - thump - 'matter about the spelling,' said William.
Goodmountain opened the press again and wordlessly handed William a damp sheet of paper.
William read it.
The extra h was in place.
'How--?' he began.
'This is a very nearly magical way of getting lots of copies quickly,' said Goodmountain. Another dwarf appeared at his elbow, holding a big metal rectangle. It was full of little metal letters, back to front. Goodmountain took it and gave William a big grin.