'Delicious,' he said. 'Superb. Truly the food of the gods, and now, if you will excuse me —' He unfolded his legs and made as if to stand up. Little beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
'You wish to depart?' said the Emperor, raising his eyebrows.
'Pressing matters of state, O Perspicacious Personage of —'
'Be seated. Rising so soon after meals can be bad for the digestion,' said the Emperor, and the guards nodded agreement. 'Besides, there are no urgent matters of state unless you refer to those in the small red bottle marked “Antidote” in the black lacquered cabinet on the bamboo rug in your quarters, O Lamp of Midnight Oil.'
There was a ringing in the Vizier's ears. His face began to go blue.
'You see?' said the Emperor. 'Untimely activity on a heavy stomach is conducive to ill humours. May this message go swiftly to all corners of my country, that all men may know of your unfortunate condition and derive instruction thereby.'
'I . . . must . . . congratulate your . . . Personage on such . . . consideration,' said the Vizier, and fell forward into a dish of boiled soft-shelled crabs.
'I had an excellent teacher,' said the Emperor.
ABOUT TIME, TOO, said Mort, and swung the sword.
A moment later the soul of the Vizier got up from the mat and looked Mort up and down.
'Who are you, barbarian?' he snapped.
DEATH.
'Not my Death,'said the Vizier firmly. 'Where's the Black Celestial Dragon of Fire?'
HE COULDN'T COME, said Mort. There were shadows forming in the air behind the Vizier's soul. Several of them wore emperor's robes, but there were plenty of others jostling them, and they all looked most anxious to welcome the newcomer to the lands of the dead.
'I think there's some people here to see you,' said Mort, and hurried away. As he reached the passageway the Vizier's soul started to scream. . . .
Ysabell was standing patiently by Binky, who was making a late lunch of a five-hundred-year-old bonsai tree.
'One down,' said Mort, climbing into the saddle. 'Come on. I've got a bad feeling about the next one, and we haven't much time.'
Albert materialised in the centre of Unseen University, in the same place, in fact, from which he had departed the world some two thousand years before.
He grunted with satisfaction and brushed a few specks of dust off his robe.
He became aware that he was being watched; on looking up, he discovered that he had flashed into existence under the stern marble gaze of himself.
He adjusted his spectacles and peered disapprovingly at the bronze plaque screwed to his pedestal. It said:
'Alberto Malich, Founder of This University. AM 1,222-1,289. “We Will Not See His Like Again”.'
So much for prediction, he thought. And if they thought so much of him they could at least have hired a decent sculptor. It was disgraceful. The nose was all wrong. Call that a leg? People had been carving their names on it, too. He wouldn't be seen dead in a hat like that, either. Of course, if he could help it, he wouldn't be seen dead at all.
Albert aimed an octarine thunderbolt at the ghastly thing and grinned evilly as it exploded into dust.
'Right,' he said to the Disc at large, 'I'm back.' The tingle from the magic coursed all the way up his arm and started a warm glow in his mind. How he'd missed it, all these years.
Wizards came hurrying through the big double doors at the sound of the explosion and cleared the wrong conclusion from a standing start.
There was the pedestal, empty. There was a cloud of marble dust over everything. And striding out of it, muttering to himself, was Albert.
The wizards at the back of the crowd started to have it away as quickly and quietly as possible. There wasn't one of them that hadn't, at some time in his jolly youth, put a common bedroom utensil on old Albert's head or carved his name somewhere on the statue's chilly anatomy, or spilled beer on the pedestal. Worse than that, too, during Rag Week when the drink flowed quickly and the privy seemed too far to stagger. These had all seemed hilarious ideas at the time. They suddenly didn't, now.
Only two figures remained to face the statue's wrath, one because he had got his robe caught in the door and the other because he was, in fact, an ape and could therefore take a relaxed attitude to human affairs.
Albert grabbed the wizard, who was trying desperately to walk into the wall. The man squealed.