'That's the oldest wizard in the world,' said Victor. He waved at a fat lady in the crowd, who fainted.
'Good grief! What was he like fifty years ago?'
'Well, for one thing he was eighty.[25] Don't blow him a kiss!'
The crowd roared its approval.
'He looks sweet.'
'Just keep smiling and waving.'
'Oh, gods, look at all those people waiting to be introduced to us!'
'I can see 'em,' said Victor.
'But they're important!'
'Well, so are we. I guess.'
'Why?'
'Because we're us. It's like you said, that time on the beach. We're us, just as big as we can be. It's just what you wanted. We're-'
He stopped.
The troll at the door of the Odium gave him a hesitant salute. The thump as its hand smacked into its ear was quite audible above the roar of the crowd . . .
Gaspode waddled at high speed down an alleyway, with Laddie trotting obediently at his heels. No-one had paid them any attention when they jumped, or in Gaspode's case plopped, down from the carriage.
'All evening in some stuffy pit ain't my idea of a good night out,' muttered Gaspode. 'This is the big city. This ain't Holy Wood. You stick by me, pup, and you'll be all right. First stop, the back door of Harga's House of Ribs. They know me there. OK?'
'Good boy Laddie!'
'Yeah,' said Gaspode.
'Look at what it's wearing!' said Victor.
'Red velvet jacket with gold frogging,' said Ginger out of the corner of her mouth. 'So what? A pair of trousers would have been a good idea.'
'Oh, gods,' breathed Victor.
They stepped into the brightly-lit foyer of the Odium.
Bezam had done his best. Trolls and dwarfs had worked overnight to finish it.
There were red plush drapes, and pillars, and mirrors.
Plump cherubs and miscellaneous fruit, all painted gold, seemed to cover every surface.
It was like stepping into a box of very expensive chocolates.
Or a nightmare. Victor half expected to hear the roar of the sea, to see drapes fall away with a smear of black slime.
'Oh, gods,' he repeated.
'What's the matter with you?' said Ginger, grinning fixedly at the line of civic dignitaries waiting to be introduced to them.
'Wait and see,' said Victor hoarsely. 'It's Holy Wood! Holy Wood's been brought to Ankh-Morpork!'