35 Wintersmith by Pratchett Terry

Author:Pratchett, Terry [Terry, Pratchett,]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T22:08:34.550000+00:00

Thing. That was a useful wordthing. Thing was anything the Wintersmith couldnt describe. Everything wasthings, and they were exciting.

It was good to be a man! Oh, he was mostly made of dirty ice, but that was just better-organized dirty water, after all.

Yes, he was human. It was so easy. It was just a matter of organizing things. He had senses, he could move among humans, he couldsearch. That was how to search for humans. You became one! It was so hard to do it as an elemental; it was hard even to recognize a human in the churning thing-ness of the physical world. But a human could talk to other humans with the holes for the sound. He could talk to them and they would not suspect!

And now that he was human, there would be no going back. King Winter!

All he needed was a queen.

Tiffany woke up because someone was shaking her.

Tiffany!

Shed gone to sleep in Nanny Oggs cottage with her head against the Cornucopia. From somewhere close there was a strange pif noise, like a dry drip. Pale-blue snowlight filled the room.

As she opened her eyes, Granny Weatherwax was gently pushing her back

into her chair. Youve been sleeping since nine oclock, my girl, she said. Time to go

home, I think.

Tiffany looked around. I am here, arent I? she said, feeling dizzy.

No, this is Nanny Oggs house. And this is a bowl of soup

Tiffany woke up. There was a blurry bowl of soup in front of her. It

lookedfamiliar.

When did you last sleep in a bed? said a wavering, shadowy figure.

Tiffany yawned. What day is this?

Tuesday, said Granny Weatherwax.

Mmmwhats a Tuesday?

Tiffany woke up for the third time and was grabbed and pulled upright.

There, said the voice of Granny Weatherwax. This time stay awake.

Drink soup. Get warm. You need to go home.

This time Tiffanys stomach took control of a hand and a spoon and, by degrees, Tiffany warmed up.

Granny Weatherwax sat opposite, the kitten You on her lap, watching Tiffany until the soup was gone.

I expected too much from you, she said. Id hoped that as the days grew longer, youd find more power. That aint no fault of yours.

The pif noises were getting more frequent. Tiffany looked down and saw barley dripping out of the Cornucopia. The number of grains increased even as she watched.

You set it on barley before you fell asleep, said Granny. It slows right down when youre tired. Just as well, really, otherwise wed have been eaten alive by chickens.

Its about the only thing Ive got right, said Tiffany.

Oh, I dont know. Annagramma Hawkin seems to be showing promise. Lucky in her friends, from what I hears. If Miss Treason had tried to play poker against Granny Weatherwaxs face, she would have lost.

The patter of the new grains suddenly became much louder in the silence.

Look, I Tiffany began.

Granny sniffed. Im sure no one has to explain themselves to me, she said virtuously. Will you promise me that youll go home? A couple of coaches got through this morning, and I hear its not too bad yet, down on the plains.

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