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Thats it, said the old man in the Hogfather costume. I dont mind the smell of oranges and the damp trousers but I aint putting up with this. He stamped off through the queue. Mr Crumley heard him add, And hes not even doin it right! Mr Crumley forced his way onward. Someone was sitting in the big chair. There was a child on his knee. The figure was . . . strange. It was definitely in something like a Hogfather costume but Mr Crumleys eye kept slipping, it wouldnt focus, it skittered away and tried to put the figure on the very edge of vision. It was like trying to look at your own ear. Whats going on here? Whats going on here? Crumley demanded. A hand took his shoulder firmly. He turned round and looked into the face of a Grotto Pixie. At least, it was wearing the costume of a Grotto Pixie, although somewhat askew, as if it had been put on in a hurry. Who are you? The pixie took the soggy cigarette end out of its mouth and leered at him. Call me Uncle Heavy, he said. Youre not a pixie!
Nah, Im a fairy cobbler, mister. Behind Crumley, a voice said: AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR HOGSWATCH, SMALL HUMAN? Mr Crumley turned in horror. In front of - well, he had to think of it as the usurping Hogfather - was a small child of indeterminate sex who seemed to be mostly woollen bobble hat. Mr Crumley knew how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to go like this: the child was always struck dumb and the attendant mother would lean forward and catch the Hogfathers eye and say very pointedly, in that voice adults use when theyre conspiring against children: You want a Baby Tinkler Doll, dont you, Doreen? And the Just Like Mummy Cookery Set youve got in the window. And the Cut-Out Kitchen Range Book. And what do you say? And the stunned child would murmur "nk you and get given a balloon or an orange. This time, though, it didnt work like that. Mother got as far as You want a---’ WHY ARE YOUR HANDS ON BITS OF STRING, CHILD? The child looked down the length of its arms to the dangling mittens affixed to its sleeves. It held them up for inspection. Clubs, it said. I SEE. VERY PRACTICAL. Are you weal? said the bobble hat. WHAT DO YOU THINK? The bobble hat sniggered. I saw your piggie do a wee! it said, and implicit in the tone was the suggestion that this was unlikely to be dethroned as the most enthralling thing the bobble hat had ever seen. OH. ER . . . GOOD. It had a gwate big- WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR HOGSWATCH? said the Hogfather hurriedly. Mother took her economic cue again, and said briskly: She wants a- The Hogfather snapped his fingers impatiently. The mothers mouth slammed shut. The child seemed to sense that here was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and spoke quickly. I wanta narmy. Anna big castle wif pointy bits, said the child. Anna swored. WHAT DO YOU SAY? prompted the Hogfather.
A big swored? said the child, after a pause for deep cogitation. THATS RIGHT. Uncle Heavy nudged the Hogfather. Theyre supposed to thank you, he said. ARE YOU SURE? PEOPLE DONT, NORMALLY. I meant they thank the Hogfather, Albert hissed. Which is you, right? YES, OF COURSE. AHEM. YOURE SUPPOSED TO SAY THANK YOU.
nk you. AND BE GOOD. THIS IS PART OF THE ARRANGEMENT.
es. THEN WE HAVE A CONTRACT. The Hogfather reached into his sack and produced -a very large model castle with, as correctly interpreted, pointy blue cone roofs on turrets suitable for princesses to be locked in -a box of several hundred assorted knights and warriors -and a sword. It was four feet long and glinted along the blade. The mother took a deep breath. You cant give her that! she screamed. Its not safe! ITS A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEYRE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE. Shes a child! shouted Crumley. ITS EDUCATIONAL. What if she cuts herself? THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON. Uncle Heavy whispered urgently. REALLY? OH, WELL. ITS NOT FOR ME TO ARGUE, I SUPPOSE. The blade went wooden. And she doesnt want all that other stuff! said Doreens mother, in the face of previous testimony. Shes a girl! Anyway, I cant afford big posh stuff like that! I THOUGHT I GAVE IT AWAY, said the Hogfather, sounding bewildered. You do? said the mother. You do? said Crumley, whod been listening in horror. You dont! Thats our Merchandise! You cant give it away! Hogswatch isnt about giving it all away! I mean . . . yes, of course, of course things are given away, he corrected himself, aware that people were watching, but first they have to be bought, dyou see, I mean . . . haha. He laughed nervously, increasingly aware of the strangeness around him and the rangy look of Uncle Heavy. Its not as though the toys are made by little elves at the Hub, ahaha . - .
Damn right, said Uncle Heavy sagely. Youd have to be a maniac even to think of giving an elf a chisel, lessn you want their initials carved on your forehead.
You mean this is all free? said Doreens mother sharply, not to be budged from what she saw as the central point. Mr Crumley looked helplessly at the toys. They certainly didnt look like any of his stock. Then he tried to look hard at the new Hogfather. Every cell in his brain was telling him that here was a fat jolly man in a red and white suit. Well . . . nearly every cell. A few of the sparkier ones were saying that his eyes were reporting something else, but they couldnt agree on what. A couple had shut down completely. The words escaped through his teeth. It . . . seems to be, he said.
Although it was Hogswatch the University buildings were bustling. Wizards didnt go to bed early in any case, 14 and of course there was the Hogswatchnight Feast to look forward to at midnight. It would give some idea of the scale of the Hogswatchnight Feast that a light snack at UU consisted of a mere three or four courses, not counting the cheese and nuts. Some of the wizards had been practising for weeks. The Dean in particular could now lift a twenty-pound turkey on one fork. Having to wait until midnight merely put a healthy edge on appetites already professionally honed. There was a general air of pleasant expectancy about the place, a general sizzling of salivary glands, a general careful assembling of the pills and powders against the time, many hours ahead, when eighteen courses would gang up somewhere below the ribcage and mount a counterattack. Ridcully stepped out into the snow and turned up his collar. The lights were all on in the High Energy Magic Building. I dont know, I dont know, he muttered. Hogswatchnight and theyre still working. Its just not natural. When I was a student Id have been sick twice by now- In fact Ponder Stibbons and his group of research students had made a concession to Hogswatchnight. Theyd draped holly over Hex and put a paper hat on the big glass dome containing the main ant heap. Every time he came in here, it seemed to Ridcully, something -more had been done to the . . . engine, or thinking machine, or whatever it was. Sometimes stuff turned up overnight. Occasionally, according to Stibbons, Hex hims--- itself would draw plans for extra bits that he - it needed. It all gave Ridcully the willies, and an additional willy was engendered right now when he saw the Bursar sitting in front of the thing. For a moment, he forgot all about verrucas. Whatre you doing here, old chap? he said. You should be inside, jumping up and down to make more room for tonight.
Hooray for the pink, grey and green, said the Bursar. Er . . . we thought Hex might be of . . . you know . . . help, sir, said Ponder Stibbons, who liked to think of himself as the Universitys token sane person. With the Bursars problem. We thought it might be a nice Hogswatch present for him.
Ye gods, Bursars got no problems, said Ridcully, and patted the aimlessly smiling man on the head while mouthing the words mad as a spoon. Mind just wanders a bit, thats all. I said MIND WANDERS A BIT, eh? Only to be expected, spends far too much time addin up numbers. Doesnt get out in the fresh air. I said, YOU DONT GET OUT IN THE FRESH AIR, OLD CHAP!
We thought, er, he might like someone to talk to, said Ponder. What? What? But I talk to him all the time! Im always trying to take him out of himself, said Ridcully. Its important to stop him mopin around the place. 14 Often they lived to a timescale to suit themselves. Many of the senior ones, of course, lived entirely in the past, but several were like the Professor of Anthropics, who had invented an entire temporal system based on the belief that all the other ones were a mere illusion. Many people are aware of the Weak and Strong Anthropic Principles. The Weak One says, basically, that it was jolly amazing of the universe to be constructed in such a way that humans could evolve to a point where they make a living in, for example, universities, while the Strong
One says that, on the contrary, the whole point of the universe was that humans should not only work in universities but also write for huge sums books with words like Cosmic and Chaos in the titles. *) The UU Professor of Anthropics had developed the Special and Inevitable Anthropic Principle, which was that the entire reason for the existence of the universe was the eventual evolution of the UU Professor of Anthropics. But this was only a formal statement of the theory which absolutely everyone, with only some minor details of a Fill in name here nature, secretly believes to be true. *)And they are correct. The universe dearly operates for the benefit of humanity. This can be readily seen from the convenient way the sun comes up in the morning, when people are ready to start the day.
Er . . . yes . . . certainly, said Ponder diplomatically. He recalled the Bursar as a man whose idea of an exciting time had once been a soft-boiled egg. So . . . er . . . well, lets give it another try, shall we? Are you ready, Mr Dinwiddie?
Yes, thank you, a green one with cinnamon if it’s not too much trouble.
Cant see how he can talk to a machine, said Ridcully, in a sullen voice. The things got no damn ears.
Ah, well, in fact we made it one ear, said Ponder. Er. . . He pointed to a large drum in a maze of tubes. Isnt that old Windle Poons ear trumpet sticking out of the end? said Ridcully suspiciously. Yes, Archchancellor. Ponder cleared his throat. Sound, you see, comes in waves- He stopped. Wizardly premonitions rose in his mind. He just knew Ridcully was going to assume he was talking about the sea. There was going to be one of those huge bottomless misunderstandings that always occurred whenever anyone tried to explain anything to the Archchancellor. Words like surf, and probably ice cream and sand were just . . . Its all done by magic, Archchancellor, he said, giving up. Ah. Right, said Ridcully. He sounded a little disappointed. None of that complicated business with springs and cogwheels and tubes and stuff, then.
Thats right, sir, said Ponder. Just magic. Sufficiently advanced magic.
Fair enough. Whats it do?
Hex can hear what you say.
Interesting. Saves all that punching holes in bits of cards and hitting keys you lads are forever doing, then-
Watch this, sir, said Ponder. All right, Adrian, initialize the GBU How do you do that, then? said Ridcully, behind him. It . . . it means pull the great big lever, Ponder said, reluctantly. Ah. Takes less time to say. Ponder sighed. Yes, thats right, Archchancellor. He nodded to one of the students, who pulled a large red lever marked Do Not Pull. Gears spun, somewhere inside Hex. Little trap-doors opened in the ant farms and millions of ants began to scurry along the networks of glass tubing. Ponder tapped at the huge wooden keyboard. Beats me how you fellows remember how to do all this stuff, said Ridcully, still watching him with what Ponder considered to be amused interest. Oh, its largely intuitive, Archchancellor, said Ponder. Obviously you have to spend a lot of time learning it first, though. Now, then, Bursar, he added. If youd just like to say something. . .
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