On the first night a tent was shouted off the cart by Strappi and shouted up and, after a supper of stale bread and sausage, they were shouted in front of a blackboard to be shouted at. Across the top of the board Strappi had written WHAT WE ARE FIGHTING FOR and down the side he had written 1, 2, 3.
"Right, pay attention!" he said, slapping the board with a stick. "There's some who think that you boys ought to know why we are fighting this war, okay? Well, here it comes. Point One, remember the town of Lipz? It was viciously attacked by Zlobenian troops a year ago! They - "
"Sorry, but I thought we attacked Lipz, didn't we, corporal? Last year they said - " said Shufti.
"Are you trying to be smart, Private Manickle?" Strappi demanded, naming the biggest sin in his personal list.
"Just want to know corporal," said Shufti. He was stocky, running to plump, and one of those people who bustle about being helpful in a mildly annoying way, taking over small jobs that you wouldn't have minded doing for yourself. There was something odd about him, although you had to bear in mind he was currently sitting next to Wazzer, who had enough odd for everybody and was probably contagious...
...and had caught Strappi's eye. There was no fun in having a go at Shufti, but Wazzer, now, Wazzer was always worth a shout.
"Are you listening, Private Goom?" he screamed.
Wazzer, who had been sitting and looking up with his eyes closed, jerked awake. "Corporal?" he quavered, as Strappi advanced.
"I said, are you listening, Goom?"
"Yes, corporal!"
"Really? And what did you hear, may I ask?" said Strappi, in a voice of treacle and acid.
"Nothing, corporal. She's not speaking."
Strappi took a deep, delighted breath of evil air.
"You are a useless, worthless pile of - "
There was a sound. It was a small, nondescript sound, one that you heard every day, a noise that did its job but never expected to be, for example, whistled or part of an interesting sonata. It was simply the sound of stone scraping on metal.
On the other side of the fire, Jackrum lowered his cutlass. He had a sharpening stone in his other hand. He returned their group stare.
"What? Oh. Just maintaining the edge," he said innocently. "Sorry if I interrupted your flow there, corporal. Carry on."
A basic animal survival instinct came to the corporal's aid. He left the trembling Wazzer alone, and turned back to Shufti.
"Yes, yes, we attacked Lipz, too - " said Strappi.
"Was that before the Zlobenians did?" said Maladict.
"Will you listen?" Strappi demanded. "We valiantly attacked Lipz to reclaim what is Borogravian territory! And then the treacherous swede-eaters stole it back - "
Polly tuned out a little at this point, now that there was no immediate prospect of seeing Strappi decapitated. She knew about Lipz. Half the old men who came and drank with her father had attacked the place. But no one had expected them to want to do it. Someone had just shouted "attack!"
The trouble was the Kneck River. It wandered across the wide, rich, silty plain like a piece of dropped string, but sometimes a flash flood or even a big fallen tree would cause it to crack like a whip, throwing coils of river round areas of land miles from its previous bed. And the river was the international border...
She surfaced to hear: " - but this time everyone's on their side, the bastards! And you know why? It's 'cos of Ankh-Morpork! Because we stopped the mail coaches going over our country and tore down their clacks towers, which are an Abomination Unto Nuggan. Ankh-Morpork is a godless city - "
"I thought it had more than three hundred places of worship?" said Maladict.
Strappi stared at him in a rage that was incoherent until he managed to touch bottom again.
"Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city," he said. "Poisonous, just like its river. Barely fit for humans now. They let everything in - zombies, werewolves, dwarfs, vampires, trolls - " He remembered his audience, faltered and recovered: " - which in some cases can be a good thing, of course. But it is a foul, lewd, lawless, overcrowded mess of a place, which is why Prince Heinrich loves it so much! He's been taken over by it, bought by cheap toys, because that's the way Ankh-Morpork plays it, men. They buy you, they will you stop interrupting! What's the good of me trying to teach you stuff if you're going to keep on asking questions?" "I was just wondering why it's so crowded, corp," said Tonker. "If it's so bad, I mean."
"That's because they are a degraded people, private! And they've sent a regiment up here to help Heinrich take over our beloved Motherland. He has turned aside from the ways of Nuggan and embraced Ankh-Morpork's godlessn - godawful-ness." Strappi looked pleased at having spotted that one, and went on, "Point Two: in addition to its soldiers, Ankh-Morpork has sent Vimes the Butcher, the most evil man in that evil city. They are bent on nothing less than our destruction!"
"I heard that Ankh-Morpork was just angry that we cut the clacks towers down," said Polly.
"They were on our sovereign territory!"