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. I thought Really don t try to sell them insurance, that always upsets them. But they re priests! wailed Twoflower.Rincewind paused. Yes, he said.That s the whole point, isn t it?At the far side of the outer circle some sort of procession was forming up. But priests are good kind men, said Twoflower. At home they go aroundwith begging bowls.It s their only possession, he added. Ah, said Rincewind, not certain he understood.This would be for putting theblood in, right? Blood?51 Yes, from sacrifices. Rincewind thought about the priests he had known athome.He was, of course, anxious not to make an enemy of any god and hadattended any number of temple functions and, on the whole, he thought that themost accurate definition of any priest in the Circle Sea Regions was someone whospent quite a lot of time gory to the armpits.Twoflower looked horrified. Oh no, he said. Where I come from priests are holy men who have dedicatedthemselves to lives of poverty, good works and the study of the nature of God.Rincewind considered this novel proposition. No sacrifices? he said. Absolutely not.Rincewind gave up. Well, he said, they don t sound very holy to me.There was a loud blarting noise from a band of bronze trumpets.Rincewindlooked around.A line of druids marched slowly past, their long sickles hung withsprays of mistletoe.Various junior druids and apprentices followed them, playinga variety of percussion instruments that were traditionally supposed to drive awayevil spirits and quite probably succeeded.Torchlight made excitingly dramatic patterns on the stones, which stood omi-nously against the green-lit sky.Hubwards, the shimmering curtains of the auroracoriolis began to wink and glitter among the stars as a million ice rystals dancedin the Disc s magical field. Belafon explained it all to me, whispered Twoflower.We re going to see atime-honoured ceremony that celebrates the Oneness of Man with the Universe,that was what he said.Rincewind looked sourly at the procession.As the druids spread out arounda great flat stone that dominated the centre of the circle he couldn t help noticingthe attractive if rather pale young lady in their midst.She wore a long white robe,a gold torc around her neck, and an expression of vague apprehension. Is she a druidess? said Twoflower. I don t think so, said Rincewind slowly.The druids began to chant.It was, Rincewind felt, a particularly nasty andrather dull chant which sounded very much as if it was going to build up to anabrupt crescendo.The sight of the young woman lying down on the big stonedidn t do anything to derail his train of thought. I want to stay, said Twoflower. I think ceremonies like this hark back to aprimitive simplicity which Yes, yes, said Rincewind, but they re going to sacrifice her, if you mustknow.Twoflower looked at him in astonishment. What, kill her? Yes.52 Why? Don t ask me.To make the crops grow or the moon rise or something.Ormaybe they re just keen on killing people.That s religion for you.He became aware of a low humming sound, not so much heard as felt.Itseemed to be coming from the stone next to them.Little points of light flickeredunder its surface, like mica specks.Twoflower was opening and shutting his mouth. Can t they just use flowers and berries and things? he said. Sort of sym-bolic? Nope. Has anyone ever tried?Rincewind sighed. Look, he said. No self-respecting High Priest is going togo through all the business with the trumpets and the processions and the bannersand everything, and then shove his knife into a daffodil and a couple of plums.You ve got to face it, all this stuff about golden boughs and the cycles of natureand stuff just boils down to sex and violence, usually at the same time.To his amazement Twoflower s lip was trembling.Twoflower didn t just lookat the world through rose-tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew he looked at itthrough a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.The chant was rising inexorably to a crescendo.The head druid was testingthe edge of his sickle and all eyes were turned to the finger of stone on the snowyhills beyond the circle where the moon was due to make a guest appearance. It s no use you But Rincewind was talking to himself.However, the chilly landscape outside the circle was not entirely devoid of life.For one thing a party of wizards was even now drawing near, alerted by Trymon.But a small and solitary figure was also watching from the cover of a handyfallen stone.One of the Disc s greatest legends watched the events in the stonecircle with considerable interest.He saw the druids circle and chant, saw the chief druid I raise his sickle.Heard the voice. I say! Excuse me! Can I have a word?Rincewind looked around desperately for a way of escape.There wasn t one.Twoflower was standing by the altar stone with one finger in the air and an attitude53 of polite determination.Rincewind remembered one day when Twoflower had thought a passingdrover was beating his cattle too hard, and the case he had made for decency to-wards animals had left Rincewind severely trampled and lightly gored.The druidswere looking at Twoflower with the kind of expression normally reserved for madsheep or the sudden appearance of a rain of frogs.Rincewind couldn t quite hearwhat Twoflower was saying, but a few phrases like ethnic folkways and nutsand flowers floated across the hushed circle.Then fingers like a bunch of cheese straws clamped over the wizard s mouthand an extremely sharp cutting edge pinked his adams apple and a damp voiceright by his ear said, Not a shound, or you ish a dead man.Rincewind s eyes swivelled in their sockets as if trying to find a way out. If you don t want me to say anything, how will you know I understand whatyou just said? he hissed. Shut up and tell me what that other idiot ish doing! No, but look, if I ve got to shut up, how can I The knife at his throatbecame a hot streak of pain and Rincewind decided to give logic a miss. His name s Twoflower.He isn t from these parts. Doeshn t look like it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. I thought Really don t try to sell them insurance, that always upsets them. But they re priests! wailed Twoflower.Rincewind paused. Yes, he said.That s the whole point, isn t it?At the far side of the outer circle some sort of procession was forming up. But priests are good kind men, said Twoflower. At home they go aroundwith begging bowls.It s their only possession, he added. Ah, said Rincewind, not certain he understood.This would be for putting theblood in, right? Blood?51 Yes, from sacrifices. Rincewind thought about the priests he had known athome.He was, of course, anxious not to make an enemy of any god and hadattended any number of temple functions and, on the whole, he thought that themost accurate definition of any priest in the Circle Sea Regions was someone whospent quite a lot of time gory to the armpits.Twoflower looked horrified. Oh no, he said. Where I come from priests are holy men who have dedicatedthemselves to lives of poverty, good works and the study of the nature of God.Rincewind considered this novel proposition. No sacrifices? he said. Absolutely not.Rincewind gave up. Well, he said, they don t sound very holy to me.There was a loud blarting noise from a band of bronze trumpets.Rincewindlooked around.A line of druids marched slowly past, their long sickles hung withsprays of mistletoe.Various junior druids and apprentices followed them, playinga variety of percussion instruments that were traditionally supposed to drive awayevil spirits and quite probably succeeded.Torchlight made excitingly dramatic patterns on the stones, which stood omi-nously against the green-lit sky.Hubwards, the shimmering curtains of the auroracoriolis began to wink and glitter among the stars as a million ice rystals dancedin the Disc s magical field. Belafon explained it all to me, whispered Twoflower.We re going to see atime-honoured ceremony that celebrates the Oneness of Man with the Universe,that was what he said.Rincewind looked sourly at the procession.As the druids spread out arounda great flat stone that dominated the centre of the circle he couldn t help noticingthe attractive if rather pale young lady in their midst.She wore a long white robe,a gold torc around her neck, and an expression of vague apprehension. Is she a druidess? said Twoflower. I don t think so, said Rincewind slowly.The druids began to chant.It was, Rincewind felt, a particularly nasty andrather dull chant which sounded very much as if it was going to build up to anabrupt crescendo.The sight of the young woman lying down on the big stonedidn t do anything to derail his train of thought. I want to stay, said Twoflower. I think ceremonies like this hark back to aprimitive simplicity which Yes, yes, said Rincewind, but they re going to sacrifice her, if you mustknow.Twoflower looked at him in astonishment. What, kill her? Yes.52 Why? Don t ask me.To make the crops grow or the moon rise or something.Ormaybe they re just keen on killing people.That s religion for you.He became aware of a low humming sound, not so much heard as felt.Itseemed to be coming from the stone next to them.Little points of light flickeredunder its surface, like mica specks.Twoflower was opening and shutting his mouth. Can t they just use flowers and berries and things? he said. Sort of sym-bolic? Nope. Has anyone ever tried?Rincewind sighed. Look, he said. No self-respecting High Priest is going togo through all the business with the trumpets and the processions and the bannersand everything, and then shove his knife into a daffodil and a couple of plums.You ve got to face it, all this stuff about golden boughs and the cycles of natureand stuff just boils down to sex and violence, usually at the same time.To his amazement Twoflower s lip was trembling.Twoflower didn t just lookat the world through rose-tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew he looked at itthrough a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.The chant was rising inexorably to a crescendo.The head druid was testingthe edge of his sickle and all eyes were turned to the finger of stone on the snowyhills beyond the circle where the moon was due to make a guest appearance. It s no use you But Rincewind was talking to himself.However, the chilly landscape outside the circle was not entirely devoid of life.For one thing a party of wizards was even now drawing near, alerted by Trymon.But a small and solitary figure was also watching from the cover of a handyfallen stone.One of the Disc s greatest legends watched the events in the stonecircle with considerable interest.He saw the druids circle and chant, saw the chief druid I raise his sickle.Heard the voice. I say! Excuse me! Can I have a word?Rincewind looked around desperately for a way of escape.There wasn t one.Twoflower was standing by the altar stone with one finger in the air and an attitude53 of polite determination.Rincewind remembered one day when Twoflower had thought a passingdrover was beating his cattle too hard, and the case he had made for decency to-wards animals had left Rincewind severely trampled and lightly gored.The druidswere looking at Twoflower with the kind of expression normally reserved for madsheep or the sudden appearance of a rain of frogs.Rincewind couldn t quite hearwhat Twoflower was saying, but a few phrases like ethnic folkways and nutsand flowers floated across the hushed circle.Then fingers like a bunch of cheese straws clamped over the wizard s mouthand an extremely sharp cutting edge pinked his adams apple and a damp voiceright by his ear said, Not a shound, or you ish a dead man.Rincewind s eyes swivelled in their sockets as if trying to find a way out. If you don t want me to say anything, how will you know I understand whatyou just said? he hissed. Shut up and tell me what that other idiot ish doing! No, but look, if I ve got to shut up, how can I The knife at his throatbecame a hot streak of pain and Rincewind decided to give logic a miss. His name s Twoflower.He isn t from these parts. Doeshn t look like it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]