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  "Wheres the booze on this cruise?" and "Were right oot in the Styx noo!" and Roland climbed in with care, watching the ferryman suspiciously. The figure pulled on the big oar, and they set off with a creak and then, regrettably, and to the ferrymans disgust, to the sound of singing. More or less singing, that is, at every possible speed and tempo and with no regard at all for the tune: "Row row yer row boat boat boaty boat down boat stream boat merrily stream like a bird on the boa—" WILL YOU SHUT UP? "—bonny boat row stream stream boat boat row yer boat down the merrily stream row merrily merrily boat—" THIS IS HARDLY APPROPRIATE! "Down the boat boat down the merrily stream stream stream merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily boat!"

  "Mr. Anybody?" said Roland as they glided jerkily along. "Aye?"

  "Why am I sitting next to a blue cheese with a bit of tartan wrapped around it?"

  "Ah, thatd be Horace," said Rob Anybody. "Hes Daft Wullies pal. Hes no bein a nuisance, is he?"

  "No. But hes trying to sing!"

  "Aye, all blue cheeses hum a bit. "

  "Mnamnam mnam mnamnam," sang Horace. The boat bumped against the far bank, and the ferryman stepped ashore quickly. Rob Anybody scrambled up Rolands ragged chain-mail sleeve and whispered: "When I gie ye the word, run for it!"

  "But I can pay the ferryman. I have the money," said Roland, patting his pocket. "You whut?" said the Feegle, as if this were some strange and dangerous idea. "I have the money," Roland repeated. "Two pennies is the rate to cross the River of the Dead. Its an old tradition. Two pennies to put on the eyes of the dead, to pay the ferryman. "

  "Whut a clever man ye are, to be sure," said Rob as Roland dropped two copper coins into the ferrymans bony hand. "An did ye no think tae bring four pennies?"

  "The book just said the dead take two," said Roland. "Aye, mebbe they do," Rob agreed, "but thats cuz the deid dinna expect tae be comin back!" Roland looked back across the dark river. Flashes of orange light were thick on the bank theyd left. "Mr. Anybody, I was once a prisoner of the Queen of Fairyland. "

  "Aye, I ken that. "

  "It was for a year in this world, but it only seemed like a few days there…except that the weeks passed like centuries. It was so…dull, I could hardly remember anything after a while. Not my name, not the feel of sunshine, not the taste of real food. "

  "Aye, we ken that—we helped tae rescue ye. Ye niver say thanks, but ye wuz oot o yer skull the whole time, so we didna take offense. "

  "Then allow me to thank you now, Mr. Anybody. "

  "Dinna mention it. Anytime. Happy tae oblige. "

  "She had pets that fed you dreams until you died of hunger. I hate things that try to take away what you are. I want to kill those things, Mr. Anybody. I want to kill all of them. When you take away memories, you take away the person. Everything they are. "

  "Tis a fine ambition yeve got there," said Rob. "But we ha got a wee job tae do, ye ken. Aw crivens, this is whut happens when things get sloppy an bogles take over. " There was a big pile of bones on the path. They were certainly animal bones, and the rotting collars and lengths of rusted chain were another clue. "Three big dogs?" said Roland. "One verra big dog wi three heads," said Rob Anybody. "Verra popular in underworlds, that breed. Can bite right through a mans throat. Three times!" he added with relish. "But put three doggy biscuits in a row on the groond, an the puir wee thing sits there strainin an whinin all day. Its a wee laff, Im tellin ye!" He kicked at the bones. "Aye, time wuz when places like this had some persnality. Look, see what theyve done here, too. " Farther along the path was what was probably a demon. It had a horrible face, with so many fangs that some of them must have been just for show. There were wings, too, but they couldnt possibly have lifted it. It had found a piece of mirror, and every few seconds it took a peep into it and shuddered. "Mr. Anybody," said Roland, "is there anything down here that this sword Im carrying could kill?"

  "Ah, no. No kill," said Rob Anybody. "No bogles. No as such. Its no a magic sword, see?"

  "Then why am I dragging it along?"

  "Cuz ye are a Hero. Who ever heard oa Hero wioot a sword?" Roland tugged the sword out of its scabbard. It was heavy and not at all like the flying, darting silver thing that hed imagined in front of the mirror. It was more like a metal club with an edge. He gripped it in both hands and managed to hurl it out into the middle of the slow, dark river. Just before it hit the water, a white arm rose and caught it. The hand waved the sword a couple of times and then disappeared with it under the water. "Was that supposed to happen?" he asked. "A man throwin his sword awa?" yelled Rob. "No! Yere no supposed tae bung a guid sword intae the drinkie!"

  "No, I mean the hand," said Roland. "It just—"

  "Ach, they turn up sometimes. " Rob Anybody waved a hand as if midstream underwater sword jugglers were an everyday occurrence. "But yeve got no weapon noo!"

  "You said swords cant hurt bogles!"

  "Aye, but its the look o the thing, okay?" said Rob, hurrying on. "But not having a sword should make me more heroic, right?" said Roland, as the rest of the Feegles trotted after them. "Technicly, aye," said Rob Anybody reluctantly. "But mebbe also more deid. "

  "Besides, I have a Plan," said Roland. "Ye have a Plan?" said Rob. "Yes. I mean aye. "

  "Writted doon?"

  "Ive only just thought of—" Roland stopped. The ever-shifting shadows had parted, and a big cave lay ahead. In the center of it, surrounding what looked like a rock slab, was a dim yellow glow. There was a small figure lying on the slab. "Here we are," said Rob Anybody. "That wasna so bad, aye?" Roland blinked. Hundreds of bogles were clustered around the slab, but at a distance, as if they were not keen on going any closer. "I can see…someone lying down," he said. "Thats Summer herself," said Rob. "We have tae be canny aboot this. "

  "Canny?"

  "Like…careful," said Rob helpfully. "Goddesses can be a wee bit tricky. Verra image conscious. "

  "Dont we just…you know, grab her and run?" said Roland. "Oh, aye, well end up doin somethin like that," said Rob. "But you, mister, will have tae be the one tae kiss her first. You okay wi that?" Roland looked a bit strained, but he said: "Yes…er, fine. "

  "The ladies expect it, ye ken," Rob went on. "And then we run for it?" said Roland hopefully. "Aye, cuz probably thats when the bogles will try an stop us gettin awa. Its people leavin that they dont like. Off ye go, laddie. " Ive got a Plan, thought Roland, walking toward the slab. And Ill concentrate on it so that I dont think about the fact that Im walking through a crowd of scribbly monsters that are only there if I blink and my eyes are watering. Whats in my head is real to them, right? Im going to blink, Im going to blink, Im going to… …blink. It was over in a moment, but the shudder went on for a lot longer. They had been everywhere, and every toothy mouth was looking at him. It should not be possible to look with teeth. He ran forward, eyes streaming with the effort of not closing, and looked down at the figure lying in the yellow glow. It was female, it was breathing, it was asleep, and it looked like Tiffany Aching. From the top of the ice palace Tiffany could see for miles, and they were miles of snow. Only on the Chalk was there any sign of green. It was an island. "You see how I learn?" said the Wintersmith. "The Chalk is yours. So there summer will come, and you will be happy. And you will be my bride and I will be happy. And everything will be happy. Happiness is when things are correct. Now I am human, I understand these things. " Dont scream, dont shout, said her Third Thoughts. Dont freeze up, either. "Oh…I see," she said. "And the rest of the world will stay in winter?"

  "No, there are some latitudes that never feel my frost," said the Wintersmith. "But the mountains, the plains as far as the circle sea…oh, yes. "

  "Millions of people will die!"

  "But only once, you see. That is what makes it wonderful. And after that, no more death!" And Tiffany saw it, like a Hogswatch card: birds frozen to their twigs, horses and cows standing still in the fields, frozen grass like daggers, no smoke from any chimney; a world w
ithout death because there was nothing left to die, and everything glittering like tinsel. She nodded carefully. "Very…sensible," she said. "But it would be a shame if nothing moved at all. "

  "That would be easy. Snow people," said the Wintersmith. "I can make them human!"

  "Iron enough to make a nail?" said Tiffany. "Yes! It is easy. I have eaten sausage! And I can think! I never thought before. I was a part. Now I am apart. Only when you are apart do you know who you are. "

  "You made me roses of ice," said Tiffany. "Yes! Already I was becoming!" But the roses melted at dawn, Tiffany added to herself, and glanced at the pale-yellow sun. It had just enough strength to make the Wintersmith sparkle. He does think like a human, she thought, looking into the odd smile. He thinks like a human whos never met another human. Hes cackling. Hes so mad, he will never understand how mad he is. He just doesnt have a clue what "human" means, he doesnt know what horrors hes planning, he just doesnt…understand. And hes so happy hes almost sweet…. Rob Anybody banged on Rolands helmet. "Get on wi it, laddie," he demanded. Roland stared at the glowing figure. "This cant be Tiffany!"

  "Ach, shes a goddess, she can look like anythin," said Rob Anybody. "Just a wee peck on the cheek, okay? Dinna get enthusiastic, we havena got all day. A wee peck an were offski. " Something butted Roland on the ankle. It was a blue cheese. "Dinna fash yerself aboot Horace—he just wants ye tae do the right thing," said the mad Feegle whom Roland had come to know as Daft Wullie. He went closer, with the glow crackling around him, because no man wants to be a coward in front of a cheese. "This is kind of…embarrassing," he said. "Crivens, get on wi it, will ye?" Roland leaned forward and pecked the sleeping cheek. The sleeper opened her eyes, and he took a step back very quickly. "Thats not Tiffany Aching!" he said, and blinked. Bogles were as thick around him as grass stems. "Now take her by the hand an run," said Rob Anybody. "The bogles will turn nasty when they see were leavin. " He banged cheerfully on the side of the helmet and added: "But thats okay, right? Cuz ye have a Plan!"

  "I hope Ive got it right, though," said Roland. "My aunts say Im too clever by half. "

  "Glad tae hear it," said Rob Anybody, "cuz thats much better than bein too stupid by three quarters! Now grab the lady an run!" Roland tried to avoid the stare of the girl as he took her hand and pulled her gently off the slab. She said something in a language he couldnt understand, except that it sounded as though there were a question mark on the end of it. "Im here to rescue you," he said. She looked at him with the golden eyes of a snake. "The sheep girl is in trouble," she said, in a voice full of unpleasant echoes and hisses. "So sad, so sad. "