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  I think it got caught up in geometry, he said, hopefully. I heard you were very good at geometry here, he added, and perhaps you could tell me how to get back.

  Geometry is not my forte, said Ibid. As you probably know.

  Sorry?

  Havent you read my Principles of Ideal Government?

  Im afraid not.

  Or my Discourse on Historical Inevitability?

  No.

  Ibid looked crestfallen. Oh, he said.

  Ibid is a well-known authority on everything, said Xeno. Except for geometry. And interior decorating. And elementary logic. Ibid glared at him.

  What about you, then? said Teppic.

  Xeno drained his mug. Im more into the destruct testing of axioms, he said. The chap you need is Pthagonal. A very acute man with an angle.

  He was interrupted by the clatter of hooves. Several horsemen galloped with reckless speed past the tavern and on up the winding, cobbled streets of the city. They seemed very excited about something.

  Ibid picked a stunned seagull out of his wine cup and laid it on the table. He was looking thoughtful.

  If the Old Kingdom has really disappeared- he said.

  It has, said Teppic firmly. Its not something you can be mistaken about, really.

  Then that means our border is concurrent with that of Tsort, said Ibid ponderously.

  Pardon? said Teppic.

  Theres nothing between us, explained the philosopher.

  Oh, dear. That means we shall be forced to make war.

  Why?

  Ibid opened his mouth, stopped, and turned to Xeno.

  Why does it mean well be forced to make war? he said.

  Historical imperative, said Xeno.

  Ah, yes. I knew it was something like that. I am afraid it is inevitable. Its a shame, but there you are.

  There was another clatter as another party of horsemen rounded the corner, heading downhill this time. They wore the high plumed helmets of Ephebian soldiery, and were shouting enthusiastically.

  Ibid settled himself more comfortably on the bench and folded his bands.

  Thatll be the Tyrants men, he said, as the troop galloped through the city gates and out on to the desert. Hes sending them to check, you may depend upon it.

  Teppic knew about the enmity between Ephebe and Tsort, of course. The Old Kingdom had profited mightily by it, by seeing that the merchants of both sides had somewhere discreet in which to trade with one another. He drummed his fingers on the table.

  You havent fought each other for thousands of years, he said. You were tiny countries in those days. It was just a scrap. Now youre huge. People could get hurt. Doesnt that worry you?

  Its a matter of pride, said Ibid, but his voice was tinged with uncertainty. I dont think theres much choice.

  It was that bloody wooden cow or whatever, said Xeno. Theyve never forgiven us for it.

  If we dont attack them, theyll attack us first, said Ibid.

  Sright, said Xeno. So wed better retaliate before they have a chance to strike.

  The two philosophers stared uncomfortably at one another.

  On the other hand, said Thid, war makes it very difficult to think straight.

  There is that, Xeno agreed. Especially for dead people. There was an embarrassed silence, broken only by Ptracis voice singing to the tortoise and the occasional squeak of stricken seagulls.

  What day is it? said Ibid.

  Tuesday, said Teppic.

  I think, said Thid, that it might be a good idea if you came to the symposium. We have one every Tuesday, he added. All the greatest minds in Ephebe will be there. All this needs thinking about.

  He glanced at Ptraci.

  However, he said, your young woman cannot attend, naturally. Females are absolutely forbidden. Their brains overheat.

  King Teppicymon XXVII opened his eyes. Its bloody dark in here, he thought.

  And he realised that he could hear his own heart beating, but muffled, and some way off.

  And then he remembered.

  He was alive. He was alive again. And, this time, he was in bits.

  Somehow, hed assumed that you got assembled again once you got to the netherworld, like one of Grinjers kits.

  Get a grip on yourself, man, he thought.

  Its up to you to pull yourself together.

  Right, he thought. There were at least six jars. So my eyes are in one of them. Getting the lid off would be favourite, so we can see what were at.

  Thats going to involve arms and legs and fingers.

  This is going to be really tricky.

  He reached out, tentatively, with stiff joints, and located something heavy. It felt as though it might give, so he moved his other arm into position, with a great deal of awkwardness, and pushed.

  There was a distant thump, and a definite feeling of openness above him. He sat up, creaking all the way.

  The sides of the ceremonial casket still hemmed him in, but to his surprise he found that one slow arm movement brushed them out of the way like paper. Must be all the pickle and stuffing, he thought. Gives you a bit of weight.

  He felt his way to the edge of the slab, lowered his heavy legs to the ground and, after a pause out of habit to wheeze a bit, took the first tottering lurch of the newly undead.

  It is astonishingly difficult to walk with legs full of straw when the brain doing the directing is in a pot ten feet away, but he made it as far as the wall and felt his way along it until a crash indicated that hed reached the shelf of jars. He fumbled the lids of the first one and dipped his hand gently inside.

  It must be brains, he thought maniacally, because semolina doesnt squidge like that. Ive collected my own thoughts, haha.

  He tried one or two more jars until an explosion of daylight told him hed found the one with his eyes in. He watched his own bandaged hand reach down, growing gigantic, and scoop them up carefully.

  That seems to be the important bits, he thought. The rest can wait until later. Maybe when I need to eat something, and so forth.

  He turned around, and realised that he was not alone. Dil and Gern were watching him. To squeeze any further into the far corner of the room, they would have needed triangular backbones.

  Ah. Ho there, good people, said the king, aware that his voice was a little hollow. I know so much about you, Id like to shake you by the hand. He looked down. Only theyre rather full at the moment, he added.

  Gkkk, said Gern.

  You couldnt do a bit of reassembly, could you? said the king, turning to Dil. Your stitches seem to be holding up nicely, by the way. Well done, that man.

  Professional pride broke through the barrier of Dils terror.

  Youre alive? he said.

  That was the general idea, wasnt it? said the king.

  Dil nodded. Certainly it was. Hed always believed it to be true. Hed just never expected it ever actually to happen. But it had, and the first words, well, nearly the first words that had been said were in praise of his needlework. His chest swelled. No-one else in the Guild had ever been congratulated on their work by a recipient.

  There, he said to Gern, whose shoulderblades were making a spirited attempt to dig their way through the wall. Hear what has been said to your master.

  The king paused. It was beginning to dawn on him that things werent quite right here. Of course the netherworld was like this world, only better, and no doubt there were plenty of servants and so forth. But it seemed altogether far too much like this world. He was pretty sure that Dil and Gern shouldnt be in it yet. Anyway, hed always understood that the common people had their own netherworld, where they would be more at ease and could mingle with their own kind and wouldnt feel awkward and socially out of place.

  I say, he said. I may have missed a bit here. Youre not dead, are you?

  Dil didnt answer immediately. Some of the things hed seen so far today had made him a bit uncertain on the subject. I
n the end, though, he was forced to admit that he probably was alive.

  Then whats happening? said the king.

  We dont know, O king, said Dil. Really we dont. Its all come true, O fount of waters!

  What has?

  Everything!

  Everything?

  The sun, O lord. And the gods! Oh, the gods! Theyre everywhere, O master of heaven!

  We come in through the back way, said Gern, who had dropped to his knees. Forgive us, O lord of justice, who has come back to deliver his mighty wisdom and that. I am sorry about me and Glwenda, it was a moment of wossname, mad passion, we couldnt control ourselves. Also, it was me-

  Dil waved him into a devout silence.

  Excuse me, he said to the kings mummy. But could we have a word away from the lad? Man to-

  Corpse? said the king, trying to make it easy for him. Certainly.

  They wandered over to the other side of the room.

  The fact is, O gracious king of- Dil began, in a conspiratorial whisper.

  I think we can dispense with all that, said the king briskly. The dead dont stand on ceremony. “King” will be quite sufficient.

  The fact is, then - king, said Dil, experiencing a slight thrill at this equitable treatment, young Gern thinks its all his fault. Ive told him over and over again that the gods wouldnt go to all this trouble just because of one growing lad with urges, if you catch my drift. He paused, and added carefully, They wouldnt, would they?

  Shouldnt think so for one minute, said the king briskly. Wed never see the back of them, otherwise.

  Thats what I told him, said Dil, immensely relieved. Hes a good boy, sir, its just that his mum is a bit funny about religion. Wed never see the back of them, those were my very words. Id be very grateful if you could have a word with him, sir, you know, set his mind at rest-

  Be happy to, said the king graciously.

  Dil sidled closer.

  The fact is, sir, these gods, sir, they arent right. Weve been watching, sir. At least, I have. I climbed on the roof. Gern didnt, he hid under the bench. Theyre not right, sir!

  Whats wrong with them?

  Well, theyre here, sir! Thats not right, is it? I mean, not to be really here. And theyre just striding around and fighting amongst themselves and shouting at people. He looked both ways before continuing. Between you and me, sir, he said, they dont seem too bright.

  The king nodded. What are the priests doing about this? he said.

  I saw them throwing one another in the river, sir.

  The king nodded again. That sounds about right, he said. Theyve come to their senses at last.

  You know what I think, sir? said Dil earnestly. Everything we believe is coming true. And I heard something else, sir. This morning, if it was this morning, you understand, because the suns all over the place, sir, and its not the right sort of sun, but this morning some of the soldiers tried to get out along the Ephebe road, sir, and do you know what they found?

  What did they find?

  The road out, sir, leads in! Dil took a step backwards the better to illustrate the seriousness of the revelations. They got up into the rocks and then suddenly they were walking down the Tsort road. It all sort of curves back on itself. Were shut in, sir. Shut in with our gods.

  And Im shut in my body, thought the king. Everything we believe is true? And what we believe isnt what we think we believe.

  I mean, we think we believe that the gods are wise and just and powerful, but what we really believe is that they are like our father after a long day. And we think we believe the netherworld is a sort of paradise, but we really believe its right here and you go to it in your body and Im in it and Im never going to get away. Never, ever.

  Whats my son got to say about all this? he said. Dil coughed. It was the ominous cough. The Spanish use an upside-down question mark to tell you what youre about to hear is a question; this was the kind of cough that tells you what youre about to hear is a dirge.