“I hope so, ” said Nobby. He nodded to the troll which was employed by the Drum as a splatter, [10] “Eve-nin', Detritus. Just showing the new lad the ropes. ”
The troll grunted, and waved a crusted arm.
o;I-” Carrot began, and then remembered that, yes, one should tell the truth, even to odd people like Nobby who didn't seem to know what it was. And the truth was that he was always getting Minty in trouble, although exactly how and why was a bit of a mystery. Just about every time he left after paying calls on her at the Rocksmacker cave, he could hear her father and mother shouting at her. They were always very polite to him, but somehow merely being seen with him was enough to get Minty into trouble.
“Yes, ” he said.
“Ah. Often the case, ” said Nobby wisely.
“All the time, ” said Carrot. “Just about every night, really. ”
“Blimey, ” said Nobby, impressed. He looked down at the Protective. “Is that why they make you wear that, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, don't worry about it, ” said Nobby. “Everyone's got their little secret. Or big secret, as it might be. Even the captain. He's only with us because he was Brung Low by a Woman. That's what the sergeant says. Brung low. ”
“Goodness, ” said Carrot. It sounded painful.
“But I reckon it's 'cos he speaks his mind. Spoke it once too often to the Patrician, I heard. Said the Thieves' Guild was nothing but a pack of thieves, or something. That's why he's with us. Dunno, really. ” He looked speculatively at the pavement and then said: “So where're you staying, lad?”
“There's a lady called Mrs Palm-” Carrot began.
Nobby choked on some smoke that went the wrong way.
“In the Shades?” he wheezed. “You're staying there?”
“Oh, yes. ”
“Every night?”
“Well, every day, really. Yes. ”
“And you've come here to have a man made of you?”
“Yes!”
“I don't think I should like to live where you come from, ” said Nobby.
“Look, ” said Carrot, thoroughly lost, “I came because Mr Varneshi said it was the finest job in the world, upholding the law and everything. That's right, isn't it?”
“Well, er, ” said Nobby. "As to that... I mean, upholding the Law... I mean, once, yes, before we had all the Guilds and stuff... the law, sort of thing, ain't really, I mean, these days, everything's more... oh, I dunno. Basically you just ring your bell and keep your head down. ''
Nobby sighed. Then he grunted, snatched his hourglass from his belt, and peered in at the rapidly-draining sand grains. He put it back, pulled the leather muffler off his bell's clapper, and shook it once or twice, not very loudly.
“Twelve of the clock, ” he muttered, “and all's well. ”
“And that's it, is it?” said Carrot, as the tiny echoes died away.
“More or less. More or less. ” Nobby took a quick drag on his dog-end.
“Just that? No moonlight chases across rooftops? No swinging on chandeliers? Nothing like that?” said Carrot.
“Shouldn't think so, ” said Nobby fervently. “I never done anything like that. No-one ever said anything to me about that. ” He snatched a puff on the cigarette. “A man could catch his death of cold, chasing around on rooftops. I reckon I'll stick to the bell, if it's all the same to you. ”
“Can I have a go?” said Carrot.
Nobby was feeling unbalanced. It can be the only reason why he made the mistake of wordlessly handing Carrot the bell.