Part 44 (2/2)
”I'm a good mingler, sir.”
”Off you go, then.”
”Sir?”
”Yes?”
”I'm a bit worried about...Beti, sir. Going off like that. Anything might happen to hi...her.” But he spoke with some hesitation. There wasn't much you could imagine happening to Corporal n.o.bbs.
”I'm sure we shall hear about it if there are any problems,” said the Patrician.
”You're right there, sir.”
Colon sidled over to a group of men who were sitting in a rough circle on the floor, talking quietly amongst themselves and eating from a large dish.
He sat down. The men on either side of him obediently shuffled along.
Now then, how did you...ah, right...anyone knew how Klatchians talked... knew how Klatchians talked...
”Greetings, fellow brothers of the dessert,” he said. ”I don't know about you, but I could just do with a plate of sheep's eyeb.a.l.l.s, eh? I bet you boys can't wait to be back on your camels, I know I can't. I spit upon the defiling dogs of Ankh-Morpork. Anyone had any baksheesh lately? You can call me Al.”
”Excuse me, are you the lady who is with the clowns?”
Corporal n.o.bbs, who had been trudging along gloomily, looked up. He was being addressed by a pleasant-faced young woman. A woman actually talking to him by choice was a novelty. Smiling while doing so was unheard of.
”Er...yeah. Right. That's me.” He swallowed. ”Beti.”
”My name is Bana. Would you like to come and talk with us?”
n.o.bby looked past her. There were a number of women of varying ages sitting around a large well. One of them waved at him shyly.
He blinked. This was uncharted territory. He looked down at his clothes, which were already the worse for wear. His clothes always looked the worse for wear five minutes after he'd put them on.
”Oh, don't worry,” said the girl. ”We know how it is. But you looked so alone. And perhaps you can help us...”
They were among the group now. There were women of every legitimate shape and size, and so far none of them had said ”Yuk,” an experience hitherto unchronicled in n.o.bby's personal history. In a detached, light-headed way, Corporal n.o.bbs felt that he was entering Paradise, and it was only an unfortunate detail that he'd come in via the wrong door.
”We are trying to comfort Netal,” said the girl. ”Her betrothed won't marry her tomorrow.”
”The swine,” said n.o.bby.
One of the girls, eyes red with crying, looked up sharply.
”He wanted wanted to,” she sobbed. ”But he's been taken off to fight in Gebra! All over some island no one's heard of! And all my family are here!” to,” she sobbed. ”But he's been taken off to fight in Gebra! All over some island no one's heard of! And all my family are here!”
”Who took him off?” said n.o.bby.
”He took himself off,” snapped an older woman. Clothing differences aside, there was something hauntingly familiar about her, and n.o.bby realized that if you cut her in half the words ”mother-in-law” would be all the way through.
”Oh, Mrs. Atbar,” said Netal, ”he said it was his duty duty. Anyway, all the boys have had to go.”
”Men!” said n.o.bby, rolling his eyes.
”I expect you'd know a lot about the pleasures of men, then,” said Mother-in-Law sourly.
”Mother!”
”Who, me?” said n.o.bby, forgetting himself for a moment. ”Oh, yeah. Lots.”
”You do do?”
”Why not? Beer's favorite,” said n.o.bby. ”But you can't beat a good cigar, as long as it's free.”
”Hah!” Mother-in-Law picked up a basket of was.h.i.+ng and stamped away, followed by most of the older women. The others laughed. Even the disappointed Netal smiled.
”I think think that's not what she meant,” said Bana. To a chorus of giggles, she leaned down and whispered in n.o.bby's ear. that's not what she meant,” said Bana. To a chorus of giggles, she leaned down and whispered in n.o.bby's ear.
His expression did not change but it did seem to solidify.
”Oh, that that,” he said.
There were some worlds of experience which n.o.bby had only contemplated on a map, but he knew what she was talking about. Of course he'd patrolled certain parts of the Shades in his time-the ones where young ladies tended to hang around without very much to do, and probably catching cold too-but those areas of police work that in other places might be of interest to a Vice Squad now tended to be looked after by the Guild of Seamstresses themselves. People who neglected to obey the...no, not the law as such, call them the unwritten rules unwritten rules...as laid down by Mrs. Palm and her committee of very experienced ladies* attracted the attention of the Agony Aunts, Dotsie and Sadie, and might or might not be seen again. Even Mr. Vimes approved of the arrangement. It didn't cause paperwork. attracted the attention of the Agony Aunts, Dotsie and Sadie, and might or might not be seen again. Even Mr. Vimes approved of the arrangement. It didn't cause paperwork.
”Oh, yeah,” said n.o.bby, still staring at some inner screen.
Of course, he knew knew what... what...
”Oh, that that,” he mumbled. ”Well, I've seen a thing or two,” he added. Largely on postcards, he had to admit.
”It must be wonderful to have so much freedom,” said Bana.
”Er...”
Netal burst out crying again. Her friends fluttered around her.
”I don't see why the men have to go off like this,” said Bana. ”My betrothed has gone, too.”
There was a cackle from a very old woman sitting by the well. ”I can tell you why, dears. Because it's better than growing melons all day. It's better than women.”
”Men think war is better than women?”
”It's always fresh, it's always young, and you can make a good fight last all day.”
”But they get killed!”
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