A Hat Full of Sky (Discworld Book 32) by Terry Pratchett

Author:Terry Pratchett [Pratchett, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

The Secret Land

It’s bad enough being dead. Waking up and seeing a Nac Mac Feegle standing on your chest and peering intently at you from an inch away only makes things worse.

Miss Level groaned. It felt as though she was lying on the floor.

“Ach, this one’s alive, right enough,” said the Feegle. “Told yez! That’s a weasel skull ye owe me!”

Miss Level blinked one set of eyes and then froze in horror.

“What happened to me?” she whispered.

The Feegle in front of her was replaced by the face of Rob Anybody. It was not an improvement.

“How many fingers am I holdin’ up?” he said.

“Five,” whispered Miss Level.

“Am I? Ah, well, ye could be right, ye’d have the knowin’ o’ the countin’,” said Rob, lowering his hand. “Ye’ve had a wee bittie accident, ye ken. You’re a wee bittie dead.”

Miss Level’s head slumped back. Through the mist of something that wasn’t exactly pain, she heard Rob Anybody say to someone she couldn’t see:

“Hey, I wuz breakin’ it tae her gently! I did say ‘wee bittie’ twice, right?”

“It’s as though part of me is . . . a long way off,” murmured Miss Level.

“Aye, you’re aboout right there,” said Rob, champion of the bedside manner.

Some memories bobbed to the surface of the thick soup in Miss Level’s mind.

“Tiffany killed me, didn’t she?” she said. “I remember seeing that black figure turn around, and her expression was horrible—”

“That wuz the hiver,” said Rob Anybody. “That was no’ Tiffany! She was fightin’ it! She still is, inside! But it didna remember you ha’ two bodies! We got tae help her, mistress!”

Miss Level pushed herself upright. It wasn’t pain she felt, but it was the . . . ghost of pain.

“What happened to me?” she said, weakly.

“There was like, an explosion, an’ smoke an’ that,” said Rob. “Not messy, really.”

“Oh, well, that’s a small mercy, anyway,” said Miss Level, sagging back.

“Aye, there was just this, like, big purple cloud o’, like, dust,” said Daft Wullie.

“Where’s my . . . I can’t feel . . . Where’s my other body?”

“Aye, that was what got blown up in that big cloud, right enough,” said Rob. “Good job ye hae a spare, eh?”

“She’s all mithered in her heid,” whispered Awf’ly Wee Billy. “Take it gently, eh?”

“How do you manage, seeing only one side of things?” said Miss Level dreamily to the world in general. “How will I get everything done with only one pair of hands and feet? Being in just one place all the time . . . how do people manage? It’s impossible. . . .”

She shut her eyes.

“Mistress Level, we need ye!” shouted Rob Anybody into her ear.

“Need, need, need,” murmured Miss Level. “Everyone needs a witch. No one cares if a witch needs. Giving and giving always . . . a fairy godmother never gets a wish, let me tell you . . .”

“Mistress Level!” Rob screamed. “Ye cannae pass oout on us noo!”

“I’m weary,” whispered Miss Level. “I’m very, very pished.”

“Mistress Level!” Rob Anybody yelled.

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