"I think so."
"Well, that"s Tawneee. And, for the purposes of this explanation, Nobby has not got half a brain. He"s so used to women saying no
[1] Who wasn"t an Igor, but was merely called one. It was best not to have fun with him on this subject, and especially not to ask him to sew your head back on.
when he asks them out that he"s not afraid of being blown out. So he asks her, because he figures, why not? And she, who by now thinks there"s something wrong with her, is so grateful she says okay."
"But she likes him."
"I know. That"s where it all gets strange."
"It"s much simpler for dwarfs," said Cheery.
"I expect it is."
"But probably not as much fun," said Cheery, looking crestfallen.
Tawneee was returning. Angua ordered three Neck Bolts while Cheery hopefully negotiated for a Screaming Orgasm. [1] And then, with occasional assistance from Sally, Angua explained to Tawneee the facts of ... well ... everything.
It took some while. You had to keep changing the shape of sentences to get them to fit into the currently available space in Tawneee"s brain. Angua clung to the idea, though, that the girl couldn"t be that stupid. She worked in a strip club, didn"t she?
"I mean, why do you think men pay to watch you on stage?" she asked.
"Because I"m very good," said Tawneee promptly. "When I was ten I got the dancer of the year award in Miss Deviante"s ballet and tap class."
"Tap-dancing?" said Sally, grinning. "Hey, why don"t you try that on stage?"
Angua closed her mind to the image of Tawneee tap-dancing. The club would probably burn to the ground.
"Er, let me try this another way. .:she said. "And I"m telling you this as another woma- female. .
Tawneee listened intently, and even the way in which she looked puzzled was unfair to the rest of her sex. When Angua had finished she watched the angelic expression hopefully.
"So what you"re saying, right," said Tawneee, "is that walking out
[1] Patience is a key virtue amongst dwarfs.
with Nobby is like going into a big posh restaurant and only eating the bread roll?"
"Exactly!" said Angua. "You"ve got it!"
"But I never really meet men. Granny told me not to act like a floozie."
"And you don"t think that working at " Angua began, but Sally cut in.
"Sometimes you need to flooze regularly," she said. "Haven"t you ever just gone into a bar and had a drink with a man?"
"No."
"Right," said Sally. She drained her glass. "I don"t like these Neck Bolts. Let"s go somewhere else and"- she paused -"open your mind to possibiliteesh."
It was odd, having Sybil in Pseudopolis Yard. It had been one of the Ramkin family houses before she"d given it to the Watch. She"d been a girl there. It had been her home.
Some apprehension of this crept into the chipped and stained souls of the watchmen. Men not known for the elegance of their manners found themselves automatically wiping their feet as they came in, and respectfully removing their helmets.
They spoke differently too, slowly and hesitantly, anxiously scanning the sentence ahead for expletives to delete. Someone even found a broom and swept up, or at least moved the dirt to a less obvious place.
Upstairs, in what had been until then the cash office, Young Sam slept peacefully in a makeshift bed. One day, Vimes hoped, he would be able to tell him that on one special night he"d been guarded by four troll watchmen. They"d been off duty but volunteered to come in for this, and were just itching for some dwarfs to try anything. Sam hoped the boy would be impressed; the most other kids could hope for was angels.