'Shame you didn't get the fall,' he said, the edges of his voice deckled with hysteria. 'Maybe we can stunt it up or something?'
Ginger sat in the shadows by the tower, hugging her knees and trying to stop trembling. Among the shapes the Thing had tried just before the end had been her own.
She pulled herself upright and, holding on to the rough stonework to steady herself, walked uncertainly away. She wasn't certain what the future held, but coffee would be involved if she had any say in the matter.
As she passed the tower door there was a clattering of feet and Victor staggered out, with the Librarian swinging along behind him.
He opened his mouth to speak, and started to gasp for air. The orang-utan pushed him aside and grabbed Ginger firmly by the arm. It was a warm, soft grip, but with just a hint that, if he really ever needed to, the Librarian could easily turn any arm into a tube of jelly with bits in it.
'Gook!'
'Look, it's over,' said Ginger. 'The monster's dead. That's how things end, OK? And now I'm going to get something to drink.'
'Oook!'
'Oook yourself.'
Victor raised his head.
'It's . . . not over,' he said.
'It is for me. I just saw myself turn into a . . . a THING with tentacles. A Thing like that has a bit of an effect on a girl, you know.'
'It's not important!' Victor managed. 'We got it wrong! Look, they'll keep on coming now! You've got to come back to Holy Wood! They'll be coming through there, too!'
'Gook!' the Librarian agreed, jabbing the book with a purple fingernail.
'Well, they can do it without me,' said Ginger.
'No, they can't! I mean, they will anyway! But you can stop them! Oh, stop looking at me like that!' He nudged the Librarian. 'Go on, tell her,' he said.
'Gook,' said the Librarian, patiently. 'Oook.'
'I can't understand him!' wailed Ginger.
Victor's brow wrinkled. 'You can't?'
'It's all just monkey noises to me!'
Victor's eyes swivelled sideways. 'Er-'
The Librarian stood like a small prehistoric statue for a moment. Then he took Ginger's hand, very gently, and patted it.
'Oook,' he said, graciously.
'Sorry,' said Ginger.
'Listen!' said Victor. 'I got it wrong! You weren't trying to help Them, you were trying to stop them! I read it the wrong way round! It's not a man behind a gate, it's a man in front of a gate! And a man in front of a gate', he took a deep breath, 'is a guard!'
'Yes, but we can't get to Holy Wood! It's miles away!'
Victor shrugged. 'Go and get the handleman,' he said.
The land around Ankh-Morpork is fertile and largely given over to the cabbage fields that help to give the city its distinctive odour.
The grey light of pre-dawn unrolled over the blue-green expanse, and around a couple of farmers who were making an early start on the spinach harvest.
They looked up, not at a sound, but at a travelling point of silence where sound ought to have been.