Moving Pictures (Discworld 10)

'It dog food! That what dogs are supposed to eat!'

'Yeah, but is it wonder dog food? What're wonder dogs fed on?'

'Mr Dibbler'll feed you to him if there's any trouble.'

'All right, all right. Detritus, go around to Borgle's. See what he's got. Not the stuff he gives to the usual customers, mind.'

'That IS the stuff he give to usual customers.'

'That's what I mean.'

Five minutes later Detritus trailed back carrying about nine pounds of raw steak. It was dumped in the dog bowl. The trainers looked at Laddie.

Laddie cocked an eye towards Gaspode, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

The big dog put one foot on one end of the steak, took the other end in his mouth, and tore off a lump. Then he padded over the compound and dropped it respectfully in front of Gaspode, who gave it a long, calculating stare.

'Well, I dunno,' he said at last. 'Does that look like ten per cent to you, Victor?'

'You negotiated his dinner?'

Gaspode's voice was muffled by meat. 'I reckon ten per cent is ver' fair. Very fair, in the circumstances.'

'You know, you really are a son of a bitch,' said Victor.

'Proud of it,' said Gaspode, indistinctly. He bolted the last of the steak. 'What shall we do now?'

'I'm supposed to get an early night. We're starting for Ankh very early tomorrow,' said Victor doubtfully.

'Still not made any progress with the book?'

'No.'

'Let me have a look, then.'

'Can you read?'

'Dunno. Never tried.'

Victor looked around them. No-one was paying him any attention. They never did. Once the handles stopped turning, no-one bothered about performers; it was like being temporarily invisible.

He sat down on a pile of lumber, opened the book randomly at an early page, and held it out in front of Gaspode's critical stare.

Eventually the dog said, 'It's got all marks on it.'

Victor sighed. 'That's writing,' he said.

Gaspode squinted. 'What, all them little pictures?'

'Early writing was like that. People drew little pictures to represent ideas.'

'So . . . if there's a lot of one picture, it means it's an important idea?'

'What? Well, yes. I suppose so.'

'Like the dead man.'

Victor was lost.