'It starts quite slowly, but it's quite quick towards the end,' said Nutt.
'The thing is,' said Glenda, 'I mean, I can't just walk away from my job, and there's old ladies I go and visit, and you'll be busy with the football... '
'Yes. I think we should be doing the things we should be doing, and it's the last training day tomorrow, which is actually today now,' said Nutt.
'And I've got to make a lot of pies.'
'It's going to be a very busy time for both of us,' said Nutt solemnly.
'Yes. Um, er, do you mind me saying... in your lovely poem... the line "The crypt's a handsome place to be, but none I think leave after tea" didn't quite - '
'Didn't quite work? I know,' said Nutt. 'I feel rather bad about that.'
'Oh, please don't! It's a wonderful poem!' Glenda burst out, and felt the ripples in the calm sea.
The rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things. 'I think we're going to be so busy that we're not going to have much time for... ourselves,' said Glenda.
'I quite agree,' said Nutt. 'Leaving things alone would definitely be our wisest move.'
Glenda felt light as air as the coach trundled down Broad Way, and it wasn't just from lack of sleep. That stuff about boats, I really hope he doesn't think it's all about ships.
There was a crowd outside the university when they arrived, just as yesterday, but it seemed to have a different complexion now. People were staring at her and Nutt, and there was something wrong with the way they were looking.
She reached over to the mound that was Trev, pretended not to hear a girlish giggle and said, 'Trev. Could you, er, have a look at this. I think there's going to be trouble.'
Trev, very tousled, stuck his head out and said, 'Hmm, me too. Let's all nip in around the back.'
'We could stay on and get off at the Post Office,' said Glenda.
'No,' said Trev. 'We 'aven't done anythin' wrong.'
As they dismounted from the coach a small boy said to Nutt, 'Are you the orc, mister?'
'Yes,' said Nutt, as he helped Glenda down. 'I am an orc.'
'Cool! Have you ever twisted someone's head off?'
'I don't believe so. I am sure I would have remembered,' said Nutt.
This got if not applause then a certain amount of approval from some of the bystanders. It's his voice, thought Glenda. He sounds posher than a wizard. You can't imagine a voice like that with its hands around somebody's head.
At this point the back gate opened and Ponder Stibbons came hurrying through. 'We saw you from the Hall,' he said, grabbing Nutt. 'Come in quick. Where have you all been?'
'We 'ad to go to Sto Lat,' said Trev.
'On business,' said Juliet.
'Personal,' said Glenda, daring Ponder to object. 'Is there something wrong?'
'There was something in the paper this morning. We have not been having a very nice time,' said Ponder, towing them into the relative safety of the undercrofts.
''ave they been sayin' somethin' nasty about Mister Nutt?' said Trev.
'Not exactly,' said Ponder. 'The editor of the Times came round, in person, and was knocking on the door to see the Archchancellor at midnight. He wanted to know all about you.' This was said directly to Nutt.
'I bet it was bloody Ottomy that told them,' growled Glenda. 'What have they done?'
'Well, of course, you know there was all that trouble over the Medusa in the Watch a little while ago,' Ponder began.