Just what we need, thought Trev. Our names on the back as well. Saves them having the trouble to go round the front before they stab.
'Still, I can't stand here chattin' all day with you. Got to talk to the team. Got to think about tactics.'
There will be a referee, thought Trev. The Watch will be there. Lord Vetinari will be there. Unfortunately, Andy Shank will be there, too, and Nutt wants me as his assistant and so I've got to be there. If it all goes wrong, the floor of the arena isn't going to be the place to be and I'll be in it. ;Did you know that all of the orcs were hunted down after the war? All of them, children too,' Nutt said.
And people don't say things like that in a romantic situation, thought Glenda. But it still is, she added.
'But they were forced,' she replied. 'They had children. Okay?' Should I tell him about the magic mirror? she wondered. Would it make things better? Or worse?
'They were very bad times,' said Nutt.
'Well, look at it like this,' said Glenda. 'Most of the people who talk about orcs now don't know what they're on about, but the only orc they are ever going to see is you. You making beautiful candles. You training the football team. That will mean a lot. You'll show them that orcs don't go around pulling people's heads off. That'll be something to be proud of.'
'Well, in fairness, I have to say that when I think of the amount of radial force that must have been necessary to effectively unscrew a human head against its owner's wishes, I am a little impressed. But that's now, sitting here with you. Then, I wanted to go up to the hills. I think that's how we must have survived. If you didn't keep away from humans you died.'
'Yes, that's a very good point,' said Glenda, 'but I think you should keep it to yourself for now.' She noticed a surprised owl, lit up briefly by the coach's lamps.
Then she said, keeping her eyes straight ahead, 'The thing about the poem... '
'How did you know, Miss Glenda?' said Nutt.
'You talk about kindness a lot.' She cleared her throat. 'And under the circumstances, I think Glenda is sufficient.'
'You were kind to me,' said Nutt. 'You are kind to everybody.'
Glenda swiftly put aside a vision of Mr Ottomy and said, 'No, I'm not, I'm shouting at everyone all the time!'
'Yes, but it's for their own good.'
'What do we do now?' Glenda said.
'I have no idea. But can I tell you something very interesting about ships?'
It wasn't exactly what Glenda had expected, but somehow it was one hundred per cent Nutt. 'Please tell me the interesting thing about ships,' she said.
'The interesting thing about ships is that the captains of ships have to be very careful when two ships are close together at sea, particularly in calm conditions. They tend to collide.'
'Because of the wind blowing, and that?' said Glenda, thinking: In theory this is a romantic-novel situation and I am about to learn about ships. Iradne Comb-Buttworthy never puts a ship in her books. They probably don't have enough reticules.
'No,' said Nutt. 'In fact, to put it simply, each ship shields the other ship from lateral waves on one side, so by small increments outside forces bring them together without their realizing it.'
'Oh! It's a metaphor?' said Glenda, relieved. 'You think we're being pushed together.'
'It's something like that,' said Nutt. They rocked as the coach hit a particularly nasty pothole.
'So, if we don't do anything we'll just get closer and closer?'
'Yes,' said Nutt.
The coach jumped and rattled again, but Glenda felt as if she was travelling over very thin ice. She'd hate to say the wrong thing.
'You know Trev said that I'd died?' Nutt continued. 'Well, that was true. Probably. Ladyship said that we were made from goblins for the Evil Emperor. The Igors did it. And they put in something very strange. It's a part of you that isn't quite a part of you. They called it the Little Brother. It's tucked in deep inside and absolutely protected and it's like having your own hospital with you all the time. I know that I was hit very hard, but the Little Brother kept me alive and simply cured things again. There are ways to kill an orc, but there are not many of them and anyone trying them out on a living orc is not going to have very much time to get it right. Does that worry you at all?'
'No, not really,' said Glenda. 'I don't really understand it. I think it's more important just to be who you are.'
'No, I don't think I should be who I am, because I am an orc. But I have some plans in that direction.'
Glenda cleared her throat again. 'This thing with the ships... Does it happen quite quickly?'