Interesting Times (Discworld 17)

'Interestin',' said Cohen, and that was that. 'But can't stay chatting all day, got work to do. You coming, or what?'

'What?'

'Please yourself.' Cohen tied the chain around his waist as a makeshift belt and wedged a couple of swords in it.

'Incidentally,' he said, 'what did you do with the Barking Dog?'

'What dog?'

'I expect it doesn't matter.' Rincewind scuttled after the retreating figure, It wasn't that he felt safe when Cohen the Barbarian was around. No-one was safe when Cohen the Barbarian was around. Something seemed to have gone wrong with the ageing process there. Cohen had always been a barbarian hero because barbaric heroing was all he knew how to do. And while he got old he seemed to get harder, like oak. But he was a known figure, and therefore comforting. He just wasn't in the right place. 'No future in it, back around the Ramtops,' said Cohen, as they trudged through the snow. 'Fences and farms, fences and farms everywhere. You kill a dragon these days, people complain. You know what? You know what happened?'

'No. What happened?'

'Man came up to me, said my teeth were offensive to trolls. What about that, eh?'

'Well, they are made of—'

'I said they never complained to me.'

'Er, did you ever give them a cha—'

'I said, I see a troll up in the mountains with a necklace o' human skulls, I say good luck to him. Silicon Anti-Defamation League, my bottom. It's the same all over. So I thought I'd try my luck the other side of the icecap.'

'Isn't it dangerous, going around the Hub?' said Rincewind. 'Used to be,' said Cohen, grinning horribly. 'Until you left, you mean?'

' 'S right. You still got that box on legs?'

'On and off. It hangs around. You know.' Cohen chuckled. 'I'll get the bloody lid off that thing one day, mark my words. Ah. Horses.' There were five, looking depressed in a small depression. Rincewind looked back at the freed prisoners, who seemed to be milling around aimlessly.

'We're not taking all five horses, are we?' he said. 'Sure. We might need 'em,'

'But . . . one for me, one for you . . . What's the rest for?'

'Lunch, dinner and breakfast?'

'It's a little . . . unfair, isn't it? Those people look a bit bewildered.' Cohen sneered the sneer of a man who has never been truly imprisoned even when he's been locked up. 'I freed 'em,' he said. 'First time they've ever been free. Comes as a bit of a shock, I expect. They're waiting for someone to tell 'em what to do next.'

'Er . . .'

'I could tell 'em to starve to death, if you like.'

'Er . . .'

'Oh, all right. You lot! Formee uppee right now toot sweet chop chop!' The small crowd hurried over to Cohen and stood expectantly behind his horse. 'I tell you, I don't regret it. This is the land of opportunity,' said Cohen, urging the horse into a trot. The embarrassed free men jogged behind. 'Know what? Swords are banned. No-one except the army, the nobles and the Imperial Guard are allowed to own weapons. Couldn't believe it! Gods' own truth, though. Swords are outlawed, so only outlaws have swords. And that,' said Cohen, giving the landscape another glittering grin, 'suits me fine.'

'But. . . you were in chains . . .' Rincewind ventured. 'Glad you reminded me,' said Cohen. 'Yeah. We'll find the rest of the lads, then I'd better try and find who did it and talk to them about that.' The tone of his voice suggested very clearly that all they were likely to say would be, 'Highly enjoyable! Your wife is a big hippo!'

'Lads?'

'No future in one-man barbarianing,' said Cohen. 'Got myself a . . . Well, you'll see.' Rincewind turned to look at the trailing party, and at the snow, and at Cohen. 'Er. Do you know where Hunghung is?'

'Yeah. It's the boss city. We're on our way. Sort of. It's under siege right now.'

'Siege? You mean like . . . lots of armies outside, everyone inside eating rats, that sort of thing?'

'Yeah, but this is the Counterweight Continent, see, so it's a polite siege. Well, I call it a siege . . . The old Emperor's dying, so the big families are all waiting to move in. That's how it goes in these parts. There's five different top nobs and they're all watching one another, and no- one's going to be the first to move. You've got to think sideways to understand anything in this place.'

'Cohen?'