The door slammed shut.
'Oh, well done,' said Angua. 'So now you own a golem. You do know that anything it does is your responsibility?'
'If that's the truth, why are people smashing them?
'What are you going to use it/or?'
Carrot looked thoughtfully at Dorfl, who was staring at the ground.
'Dorfl?'
The golem looked up.
'Here's your receipt. You don't have to have a master.'
The golem took the little scrap of paper between two thick fingers.
That means you belong to you,' said Carrot encouragingly. 'You own yourself.'
Dorfl shrugged.
'What did you expect?' said Angua. 'Did you think it was going to wave a flag?'
'I don't think he understands,' said Carrot. 'It's quite hard to get some ideas into people's heads...'He stopped abruptly.
Carrot took the paper out of Dorfl's unresisting fingers. 'I suppose it might work,' he said. 'It seems a bit-invasive. But what they understand, after all, is the words...'
He reached up, opened Dorfl's lid, and dropped the paper inside.
The golem blinked. That is to say, its eyes went dark and then brightened again. It raised one hand very slowly and patted the top of its head. Then it held up the other hand and turned it this way and that, as if it had never seen a hand before. It looked down at its feet and around at the fog-shrouded buildings. It looked at Carrot. It looked up at the clouds above the street. It looked at Carrot again.
Then, very slowly, without bending in any way, it fell backwards and hit the cobbles with a thud. The light faded in its eyes.
There,' said Angua. 'Now it's broken. Can we go?'
There's still a bit of a glow,' said Carrot. 'It must have all been too much for him. We can't leave him here. Maybe if I took the receipt out...'
He knelt down by the golem and reached for the trapdoor on its head.
Dorfl's hand moved so quickly it didn't even appear to move. It was just there, gripping Carrot's wrist.
'Ah,' said Carrot, gently pulling his arm back. 'He's obviously... feeling better.'
'Thsssss,' said Dorfl. The voice of the golem shivered in the fog.
Golems had a mouth. They were part of the design. But this one was open, revealing a thin line of red light.
'Oh, ye gods,' said Angua, backing away. They can't speak!'
'Thssss!' It was less a syllable than the sound of escaping steam.
'I'll find your bit of slate - ' Carrot began, looking around hurriedly.
'Thssss!'
Dorfl clambered to its feet, gently pushed him out of the way and strode off.
'Are you happy now?' said Angua. 'I'm not following the wretched thing! Maybe it's going to throw itself in the river!'