Monstrous Regiment (Discworld 31)

She sensed him freeze over.

"You stop right there, Perks," he said, lowering his voice.

"I just thought you might like to show someone that locket of yours, sarge," said Polly cheerfully. "The one round your neck. And don't glare at me, sarge. Oh, yeah, I could walk away and I'd never be sure, really sure, and maybe you'd never show it to anyone else, ever, or tell them the story, and one day we'll both be dead and... well, what a waste, eh?"

Jackrum glared.

"Upon your oath, you are not a dishonest man," said Polly. "Good one, sarge. You told people every day."

Around them, beyond the dome, the kitchen buzzed with the busyness of women. Women always seemed to be doing things with their hands - holding babies, or pans, or plates, or wool, or a brush, or a needle. Even when they were talking, busyness was happening.

"No one would believe yer," said Jackrum, at last.

"Who would I want to tell?" said Polly. "And you're right. No one would believe me. I'd believe you, though."

Jackrum stared into his fresh mug of beer, as if trying to see the future in the foam. He seemed to reach a decision, pulled the gold chain out of his noisome vest, unfastened the locket, and gently snapped it open.

"There you go," he said, passing it across. "Much good may it do you."

There was a miniature painting in each side of the locket: a dark-haired girl, and a blond young man in the uniform of the Ins-and-Outs.

"Good one of you," said Polly.

"Pull the other one, it's got bells on," said Jackrum.

"No, honestly," said Polly. "I look at the picture, and look at you... I can see that face in her face. Paler, of course. Not so... full. And who was the boy?"

"William, his name was," said Jackrum.

"Your sweetheart?"

"Yes."

"And you followed him into the army..."

"Oh, yeah. Same old story. I was a big strong girl, and... well, you can see the picture. The artist did his best, but I was never an oil painting. Barely a watercolour, really. Where I came from, what a man looked for in a future wife was someone who could lift a pig under each arm. And a couple of days later I was lifting a pig under each arm, helping my dad, and one of my clogs came off in the muck and the ol' man was yelling at me and I thought: the hell with this, Willie never yelled. Got hold of some men's clothes, never you mind how, cut my hair right off, kissed the Duchess, and was a Chosen Man within three months."

"What's that?"

"It's what we used to call a corporal," said Jackrum. "Chosen Man. Yeah, I smiled about that, too. And I was on my way. The army's a piece of piss compared to running a pig farm and looking after three lazy brothers."

"How long ago was that, sarge?"

"Couldn't say, really. I swear I don't know how old I am, and that's the truth," said Jackrum. "Lied about my age so often I ended up believing me." She began, very carefully, to transfer the chewing tobacco into the new bag.

"And your young man?" said Polly quietly.

"Oh, we had great times, great times," said Jackrum, stopping for a moment to stare at nothing. "He never got promoted on account of his stutter, but I had a good shouty voice and officers like that. But Willie never minded, not even when I made it to sergeant. And then he got killed at Sepple, right next to me."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, you didn't kill him," said Jackrum evenly. "But I stepped over his body and skewered the bugger that did. Wasn't his fault. Wasn't my fault. We were soldiers. And then a few months later I had a bit of a surprise, and he was called William, too, just like his father. Good job I had a bit of leave, eh? Me gran raised him for me, put him to a trade as an armourer over in Scritz. Good trade, that. No one kills a good armourer. They tell me he looks just like his dad. A captain I met once had bought a bloody good sword off him. Showed it to me, not knowin' the hist'ry, o' course. Damn good sword. It had scrollwork on the hilt and everything, very classy. He's married with four kids now, I heard. Got a carriage and pair, servants, big house... yeah, I see you're paying attention..."

"Wazzer - well, Wazzer and the Duchess said - "

"Yeah, yeah, they talked about Scritz, and a sword," said Jackrum. "That's when I knew it wasn't just me watchin' over you lads. I knew you'd survive. The old girl needed you."

"So you've got to go there, sarge."