He felt cooler air around him, which suggested they had reached the rock tunnel on the far side of the room. ‘I … have not yet come across that one either, Sweeper,’ said Lobsang. ‘Is it not written in the sacred text, “There’s a lot goes on we don’t know about, in my opinion”?’ said Lu-Tze. ‘But, but I remember that back then I remembered about being here. ‘Only to be expected,’ said Lu-Tze, ‘in the circumstances.’ ‘I, er, I remembered … back in the city, when Soto found me … I remembered …’ said Lobsang weakly, tottering along behind the monk. ‘Now, keep your eyes shut … don’t look down! … and I’ll just walk us both to the far side, all right?’ Below, monks were running along the walkways and shouting. He raised Lobsang, at arm’s length, as though he was a feather, until the boy’s sandals were over the wood of the bridge. Automatically, he began to turn his head. There was a roaring below Lobsang, like a swarm of very angry bees. ‘I think maybe you were overcome with the excitement, lad. He looked up along the length of the arm to Lu-Tze, who was lying flat on the swaying bridge, holding him. His arm felt as though it was being wrenched off his body. ‘We’re the most secret society that you can imagine.’ ‘That’s stupid, I’m in the Guild records.’ Soto grabbed Newgate under the shoulders and began to tug him off into the mists. ‘Maybe you’re a bit heavier than you look. ‘It does hurt a bit,’ said the shaken Newgate. Soto leaned down and shook Newgate’s unresisting hand. The air flashed purple and the laden cart across the street jerked a foot into the air and collapsed heavily. ‘Try to think of it as a new start in life.’ ‘In a few seconds you will complete your fall,’ he said, reaching under him to place something on the ground. He did something that Newgate couldn’t see, and came back. He pocketed the little device and strolled off to a nearby cart. ‘I imagine you weigh about a hundred and ten pounds, yes?’ ‘It’s what you have far too much of.’ Soto’s fingers danced on the beads, sometimes disappearing and reappearing. It looked like a folded abacus, but when he opened it up parts of it vanished with little flashes of light, as if they’d moved somewhere where they could not be seen. ‘Good.’ The be-haired man pulled something out of his robe. ‘It may be advantageous to find a new direction.’ ‘I must admit I don’t like the way my life is going at the moment,’ he said. * * * - Thief of Time (Terry Pratchett) | Read books online free without registration and downloading Terry Pratchett « Thief of Time» Subject: Comic Fantasy/Science-fiction * * *
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