Ridcully hesitated, but you'd have had to be an experienced Ridcully watcher, like Ponder, to notice the moment. When the Archchancellor spoke, it was calmly and carefully, every word hammered on the anvil of self-control.
'What a pleasant surprise, Mister Nobbs. Do show the Dean in. Oh, and please do not glance at Mister Stibbons for confirmation, thank you. I am still the Archchancellor in these parts. The only one, in fact. Is there a problem, Mister Stibbons?'
'Well, sir, it is a bit public in here - ' Ponder stopped, because suddenly he had nobody's attention. He hadn't seen the ball bounce towards Bledlow Nobbs (no relation). Nor the vicious kick the latter gave it, just as he would an impertinent intrusion by a street urchin's tin can. Ponder did see the ball curving majestically through the air, heading for the other end of the Hall where, behind the organ, rose the stained-glass window dedicated to Archchancellor Abasti, which on a daily basis showed one of several thousand scenes of a mystical or spiritual nature. The intuition with which Ponder had successfully calculated the distance and trajectory of the ball told him that the current glowing picture of 'Bishop Horn realizing that the alligator quiche was an unwise choice' had appeared just in time to be extremely unlucky.
And then, like some new planet swimming into the ken of a watcher of the skies, as they are prone to do, a rusty red shape arose, unfolding as it came, snatched the ball out of the air and landed on the organ keyboard to the sound of gloing! in B flat.
'Well done, that ape!' the Archchancellor boomed. 'A beautiful save, but, regrettably, against the rules!'
To Ponder's surprise there was a murmur of dissent from all the players. 'I believe that decision may benefit from some consideration,' said a small voice behind them.
'Who said that?' said Ridcully, spinning round and looking into the suddenly terrified little eyes of Nutt.
'Nutt, sir. The candle dribbler. We met yesterday. I helped you with the ball... ?'
'And you are telling me I'm wrong. Are you?'
'I would rather you thought of me as suggesting a way in which you could be even more right.'
Ridcully opened his mouth and then shut it again. I know what he is, he thought. Does he? Or did they spare him that?
'Very well, Mister Nutt. Is there a point you wish to make?'
'Yes, sir. What is the purpose of this game?'
'To win, of course!'
'Indeed. Regrettably, it is not being played that way.'
'It isn't?'
'No, sir. The players all want to kick the ball.'
'And so they should, surely?' said Ridcully.
'Only if you believe the purpose of the game is healthy exercise, sir. Do you play chess?'
'Well, I have done.'
'And would you have thought it proper for all the pawns to swarm up the board in the hope of checkmating the king?'
For a moment, Ridcully had a mental vision of Lord Vetinari holding aloft a solitary pawn and saying what it might become...
'Oh, come now, that is quite different!' he burst out.
'Yes, but the skill lies in marshalling resources in the right way.'
Ridcully saw a face appear behind Nutt, like a rising moon of wrath.
'You don't talk to the gentlemen, Nutt, it is not your place to take up their time with your chatter - '
Ridcully writhed in sympathy with Nutt, all the more so because Smeems, as is the habit of such people, kept looking at the Archchancellor as if seeking and, worse, expecting approval of this petty tyranny.
But authority must back up authority, in public at least, otherwise there is no authority, and therefore the senior authority is forced to back up the junior authority, even if he, the senior authority, believes that the junior authority is a tiresome little tit.
'Thank you for your concern, Mister Smeems,' he said, 'but in fact I asked Mister Nutt his opinion of our little kick-about, since it is the game of the people and he is rather more people than I am. I will not keep him long from his duties, Mister Smeems, nor you from yours, which I know are both vital and pressing.'
Small, insecure authority can spot, if it is sensible, when a larger authority is giving it a chance to save face.