tp.wyrd sisters-第55部分
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'I'm supposed to be upset by that； am I？' As the soldiers sheepishly grabbed Granny's arms the duchess pressed her face close to Granny's； her tremendous eyebrows a V of triumphant hatred。 'I'm supposed to grovel on the floor； is that it？ Well； old woman； I've seen exactly what I am； do you understand； and I'm proud of it！ I'd do it all again； only hotter and longer！ I enjoyed it； and I did it because I wanted to！'
She thumped the vast expanse of her chest。
'You gawping idiots！' she said。 'You're so weak。 You really think that people are basically decent underneath； don't you？'
The crowd on the stage backed away from the sheer force of her exultation。
'Well； I've looked underneath；' said the duchess。 'I know what drives people。 It's fear。 Sheer； deep…down fear。 There's not one of you who doesn't fear me； I can make you widdle your drawers out of terror； and now I'm going to take…'
At this point Nanny Ogg hit her on the back of the head with the cauldron。
'She does go on； doesn't she？' she said conversationally； as the duchess collapsed。 'She was a bit eccentric； if you ask me。'
There was a long； embarrassed silence。
Granny Weatherwax coughed。 Then she treated the soldiers holding her to a bright； friendly smile； and pointed to the mound that was now the duchess。
'Take her away and put her in a cell somewhere；' she manded。 The men snapped to attention； grabbed the duchess by her arms； and pulled her upright with considerable difficulty。
'Gently； mind；' said Granny。
She rubbed her hands together and turned to Tomjon； who was watching her with his mouth open。
'Depend on it；' she hissed。 'Here and now； my lad； you don't have a choice。 You're the King of Lancre。'
'But I don't know how to be a king！'
'We all seed you！ You had it down just right； including the shouting。'
'That's just acting！'
'Act； then。 Being a king is； is…' Granny hesitated； and snapped her fingers at Magrat。 'What do you call them things； there's always a hundred of them in anything？'
Magrat looked bewildered。 'Do you mean per cents？' she said。
'Them；' agreed Granny。 'Most of the per cents in being a king is acting； if you ask me。 You ought to be good at it。'
Tomjon looked for help into the wings； where Hwel should have been。 The dwarf was in fact there； but he wasn't paying much attention。 He had the script in front of him； and was rewriting furiously。
BUT I ASSURE YOU； YOU ARE NOT DEAD。 TAKE IT FROM ME。
The duke giggled。 He had found a sheet from somewhere and had draped it over himself； and was sidling along some of the castle's more deserted corridors。 Sometimes he would go 'whoo…oo' in a low voice。
This worried Death。 He was used to people claiming that they were not dead； because death always came as a shock； and a lot of people had some trouble getting over it。 But people claiming that they were dead with every breath in their body was a new and unsettling experience。
'I shall jump out on people；' said the duke dreamily。 'I shall rattle my bones all night； I shall perch on the roof and foretell a death in the house…'
THAT'S BANSHEES。
'I shall if I want；' said the duke； with a trace of earlier determination。 'And I shall float through walls； and knock on tables； and drip ectoplasm on anyone I don't like。 Ha。 Ha。'
IT WON'T WORK。 LIVING PEOPLE ARENT ALLOWED TO BE GHOSTS。 I'M SORRY。
The duke made an unsuccessful attempt to float through a wall； gave up； and opened a door out on to a crumbling section of the battlements。 The storm had died away a bit； and a thin rind of moon lurked behind the clouds like a ticket tout for eternity。
Death stalked through the wall behind him。
'Well then；' said the duke； 'if I'm not dead； why are you here？'
He jumped up on to the wall and flapped his sheet。
WAITING。
'Wait forever； bone face！' said the duke triumphantly。 'I shall hover in the twilight world； I shall find some chains to shake； I shall…'
He stepped backwards； lost his balance； landed heavily on the wall and slid。 For a moment the remnant of his right hand scrabbled ineffectually at the stonework； and then it vanished。
Death is obviously potentially everywhere at the same time； and in one sense it is no more true to say that he was on the battlements； picking vaguely at non…existent particles of glowing metal on the edge of his scythe blade； than that he was waist…deep in the foaming； rock…toothed waters in the depths of Lancre gorge； his calcareous gaze sweeping downwards and stopping abruptly at a point where the torrent ran a few treacherous inches over a bed of angular pebbles。
After a while the duke sat up； transparent in the phosphorescent waves。
'I shall haunt their corridors；' he said； 'and whisper under the doors on still nights。' His voice grew fainter； almost lost in the ceaseless roar of the river。 'I shall make basket chairs creak most alarmingly； just you wait and see。'
Death grinned at him。
NOW YOU'RE TALKING。
It started to rain。
Ramtop rain has a curiously penetrative quality which makes ordinary rain seem almost arid。 It poured in torrents over the castle roofs； and somehow seemed to go right through the tiles and fill the Great Hall with a warm； unfortable moistness。＇21＇
The hall was crowded with half the population of Lancre。 Outside； the rushing of the rain even drowned out the distant roar of the river。 It soaked the stage。 The colours ran and mingled in the painted backdrop； and one of the curtains sagged away from its rail and flapped sadly into a puddle。
Inside； Granny Weatherwax finished speaking。
'You forgot about the crown；' whispered Nanny Ogg。
'Ah；' said Granny。 'Yes； the crown。 It's on his head； d'you see？ We hid it among the crowns when the actors left； the reason being； no…one would look for it there。 See how it fits him so perfectly。'
It was a tribute to Granny's extraordinary powers of persuasion that everyone did see how perfectly it fitted Tomjon。 In fact the only one who didn't was Tomjon himself； who was aware that it was only his ears that were stopping it being a necklace。
'Imagine the sensation when he put it on for the first time；' she went on。 'I expect there was an eldritch tingling sensation。'
'Actually； it felt rather…' Tomjon began； but no…one was listening to him。 He shrugged and leaned over to Hwel； who was still scribbling busily。
'Does eldritch mean unfortable？' he hissed。
The dwarf looked at him with unfocused eyes。
'What？'
'I said； does eldritch mean unfortable？'
'Eh？ Oh。 No。 No； I shouldn't think so。'
'What does it mean then？'
'Dunno。 Oblong； I think。' Hwel's glance returned to his scrawls as though magnetised。 'Can you remember what he said after all those tomorrows？ I didn't catch the bit after that 。 。 。'
'And there wasn't any need for you to tell everyone I was … adopted；' said Tomjon。
'That's how it was； you see；' said the dwarf vaguely。 'Best to be honest about these things。 Now then； did he actually stab her； or just accuse her？'
'I don't want to be a king！' Tomjon whispered hoarsely。 'Everyone says I take after dad！'
'Funny thing； all this taking after people；' said the dwarf vaguely。 'I mean； if I took after my dad； I'd be a hundred feet underground digging rocks； whereas…' His voice died away。 He stared at the nib of his pen as though it held an incredible fascination。
'Whereas what？'
'Eh？'
'Aren't you even listening？'
'I knew it was wrong when I wrote it； I knew it was the wrong way round 。 。 。 What？ Oh； yes。 Be a king。 It's a good job。 It seems there's a lot of petition； at any rate。 I'm very happy for you。 Once you're a king； you can do anything you want。'
Tomjon looked at the faces of the Lancre worthies around the table。 They had a keen； calculating look； like the audience at a fatstock show。 They were weighing him up。 It crept upon him in a cold and clammy way that once he was king； he could do anything he wanted。 Provided that what he wanted to do was be king。
'You could build your own theatre；' said Hwel； his eyes lighting up for a moment。 'With as many trapdoors as you wanted； and magnificent costumes。 You could act in a new play every night。 I mean； it would make the Dysk look like a shed。'
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