Discworld drabble.
For cygny, the saver of my sanity.
For your next trick could save my ability to type?
Disclaimer: Pterry owns all. I merely amuse myself (and hopefully friends with it)
It was, Rincewind concluded gloomily, shaping up to be a..n interesting...day. It had started so well. He had a large crate of sandstone rocks to sort out from their crate onto his shelves. Then the Dean had trundled past.
The passage of a wizard of advanced years and equally advanced girth is intended to be at a stately glide. The Dean - for reasons best known to himself - was not gliding serenely along. Instead he appeared to be...well, running wasn't the quite the right word but until some clever research wizard comes up with a word for "Slamming feet down extremely hard to move one along quite fast and causing sesmic damage to the surrounding structures" it will have to do.
Once the Dean was gone, Rincewind dug his way out from under the pile of rocks that had fallen off their shelves and, after tending to his bruises, resumed sorting rocks. He was halfway through the "Pretty colours and probably not dangerous" set when the rocks started to bounce on the shelves again. He sighed and without turning around said. "Good morning, Archancellor."
Mustrum Ridicully stepped into the room with the beaming, expansive smile dreaded by all employees in the multi-universe. "Ah, Rincewind. Good chap. Got a job for you."
"Oh?" Rincewind started to look around but Ridcully was blocking all the escape routes. Rincewind was considering a flying leap through the window when the Archancellor's words actually sank in. "What do you mean, I am Archchancellor of Unseen University now?"
"Well, yes. Strictly pro tem. Just until the faculty get back from the summer holiday."
"Mustrum! Mustrum! Are you coming or aren't you?" The Dean's voice sailed up from the coach waiting outside.
The Archchancellor nodded. "Don't forget the rituals, rites and experimentation with knowledge man was not meant to wot of. Also, I've left a spell running in my office. If you get hit by it....well, is black marble good enough for the gravestone?"
"Mustrum!"
"Must dash. Best of luck, old boy!"
Rincewind waited until the tremors indicated that the faculty were indeed gone. "Bugger!"
For your next trick could save my ability to type?
Disclaimer: Pterry owns all. I merely amuse myself (and hopefully friends with it)
It was, Rincewind concluded gloomily, shaping up to be a..n interesting...day. It had started so well. He had a large crate of sandstone rocks to sort out from their crate onto his shelves. Then the Dean had trundled past.
The passage of a wizard of advanced years and equally advanced girth is intended to be at a stately glide. The Dean - for reasons best known to himself - was not gliding serenely along. Instead he appeared to be...well, running wasn't the quite the right word but until some clever research wizard comes up with a word for "Slamming feet down extremely hard to move one along quite fast and causing sesmic damage to the surrounding structures" it will have to do.
Once the Dean was gone, Rincewind dug his way out from under the pile of rocks that had fallen off their shelves and, after tending to his bruises, resumed sorting rocks. He was halfway through the "Pretty colours and probably not dangerous" set when the rocks started to bounce on the shelves again. He sighed and without turning around said. "Good morning, Archancellor."
Mustrum Ridicully stepped into the room with the beaming, expansive smile dreaded by all employees in the multi-universe. "Ah, Rincewind. Good chap. Got a job for you."
"Oh?" Rincewind started to look around but Ridcully was blocking all the escape routes. Rincewind was considering a flying leap through the window when the Archancellor's words actually sank in. "What do you mean, I am Archchancellor of Unseen University now?"
"Well, yes. Strictly pro tem. Just until the faculty get back from the summer holiday."
"Mustrum! Mustrum! Are you coming or aren't you?" The Dean's voice sailed up from the coach waiting outside.
The Archchancellor nodded. "Don't forget the rituals, rites and experimentation with knowledge man was not meant to wot of. Also, I've left a spell running in my office. If you get hit by it....well, is black marble good enough for the gravestone?"
"Mustrum!"
"Must dash. Best of luck, old boy!"
Rincewind waited until the tremors indicated that the faculty were indeed gone. "Bugger!"