Pyramids (Discworld 7)

'Be still,' said Dios.

Dark lightning crackled between the ancestors. Dios stared at the staff in astonishment; it had never done this before.

But seven thousand years of his priests had believed, in their hearts, that the staff of Dios could rule this world and the next.

In the sudden silence there was the faint chink, high up, of a knife being wedged between two black marble slabs.

The pyramid pulsed under Teppic, and the marble was as slippery as ice. The inward slope wasn't the help he had expected.

The thing, he told himself, is not to look up or down, but straight ahead, into the marble, parcelling the impossible height into manageable sections. Just like time. That's how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.

He was aware of shouts below him, and glanced briefly over his shoulder. He was barely a third of the way up, but he could see the crowds across the river, a grey mass speckled with the pale blobs of upturned faces. Closer to, the pale army of the dead, facing the small grey group of priests, with Dios in front of them. There was some sort of argument going on.

The sun was on the horizon.

He reached up, located the next crack, found a handhold.

Dios spotted Ptaclusp's head peering over the debris, and sent a couple of priests to bring him back. IIb followed, his carefully folded brother under his arm.

'What is the boy doing?' Dios demanded.

'O Dios, he said he was going to flare off the pyramid,' said Ptaclusp.

'How can he do that?'

'O lord, he says he is going to cap it off before the sun sets.'

'Is it possible?' Dios demanded, turning to the architect. IIb hesitated.

'It may be,' he said.

'And what will happen? Will we return to the world outside?'

'Well, it depends on whether the dimensional effect ratchets, as it were, and is stable in each state, or if, on the contrary, the pyramid is acting as a piece of rubber under tension-'

His voice stuttered to a halt under the intensity of Dios's stare.

'I don't know,' he admitted.

'Back to the world outside,' said Dios. 'Not our world. Our world is the Valley. Ours is a world of order. Men need order.'

He raised his staff.

'That's my son!' shouted Teppicymon. 'Don't you dare try anything! That's the king!'

The ranks of ancestors swayed, but couldn't break the spell.

'Er, Dios,' said Koomi.

Dios turned, his eyebrows raised.

'You spoke?' he said.

'Er, if it is the king, er I - that is, we - think perhaps you should let him get on with it. Er, don't you think that would be a really good idea?'

Dios's staff kicked, and the priests felt the cold bands of restraint freeze their limbs.

'I gave my life for the kingdom,' said the high priest. 'I gave it over and over again. Everything it is, I created. I cannot fail it now.'