Hogfather Part 36

THEY WERE JUST LYING AROUND.

"Whole roast pig does not, in my experience, just lie around."

NO ONE SEEMED TO BE USING THEM, ALBERT.

"Couple of chimneys ago we were over that big posh restaurant..."

REALLY? I DON'T REMEMBER DON'T REMEMBER.

"And it seemed to me you were down there a bit longer than usual, if you don't mind me saying so."

REALLY.

"How exactly were they just quote lying around unquote comma?"

JUST...LYING AROUND. YOU KNOW. REc.u.mBENT.

"In a kitchen?"

THERE WAS A CERTAIN CULINARINESS ABOUT THE PLACE, I RECALL RECALL.

Albert pointed a trembling finger.

"You nicked someone's Hogswatch dinner, master!"

IT'S GOING TO BE EATEN, said Death defensively. ANYWAY, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA WHEN I I SHOWED THAT KING THE DOOR SHOWED THAT KING THE DOOR.

"Yeah, well, that was a bit different," said Albert, lowering his voice. "But, I mean, the Hogfather doesn't drop down the chimney and pinch people's grub!"

THE BEGGARS WILL ENJOY IT, ALBERT.

"Well, yes, but-"

IT WASN'T STEALING. IT WAS JUST...REDISTRIBUTION. IT WILL BE A GOOD DEED IN A NAUGHTY WORLD.

"No, it won't!"

THEN IT WILL BE A NAUGHTY DEED IN A NAUGHTY WORLD AND WILL Pa.s.s COMPLETELY UNNOTICED.

"Yeah, but you might at least have thought about the people whose grub you pinched."

THEY HAVE BEEN PROVIDED FOR, OF COURSE. I AM NOT AM NOT COMPLETELY COMPLETELY HEARTLESS HEARTLESS. IN A METAPHORICAL SENSE. AND NOW-ONWARD AND UPWARD.

"We're heading down, master."

ONWARD AND DOWNWARD, THEN.

There were...swirls. Binky galloped easily through them, except that he did not seem to move. He might have been hanging in the air.

"Oh, me," said the oh G.o.d weakly.

"What?" said Susan.

"Try shutting your eyes-"

Susan shut her eyes. Then she reached up to touch her face.

"I'm still seeing..."

"I thought it was just me. It's usually just me."

The swirls vanished.

There was greenery below.

And that that was odd. It was odd. It was was greenery. Susan had flown a few times over countryside, even swamps and jungles, and there had never been a green as green as this. If green could be a primary color, this was it. greenery. Susan had flown a few times over countryside, even swamps and jungles, and there had never been a green as green as this. If green could be a primary color, this was it.

And that wiggly thing- "That's not a river!" she said.

"Isn't it?"

"It's blue!"

The oh G.o.d risked a look down.

"Water's blue," he said.

"Of course it's not!"

"Gra.s.s is green, water's blue...I can remember that. It's some of the stuff I just know."

"Well, in a way way..." Susan hesitated. Everyone knew knew gra.s.s was green and water was blue. Quite often it wasn't true, but everyone knew it in the same way they knew the sky was blue, too. gra.s.s was green and water was blue. Quite often it wasn't true, but everyone knew it in the same way they knew the sky was blue, too.

She made the mistake of looking up as she thought that.

There was the sky. It was, indeed, blue. And down there was the land. It was green.

And in between was nothing. Not white s.p.a.ce. Not black night. Just...nothing, all round the edges of the world. Where the brain said there should be, well, sky and land, meeting neatly at the horizon, there was simply a void that sucked at the eyeball like a loose tooth.

And there was the sun.

It was under under the sky, floating above the land. the sky, floating above the land.

And it was yellow.

b.u.t.tercup yellow.

Binky landed on the gra.s.s beside the river. Or at least on the green. It felt more like sponge, or moss. He nuzzled it.

Susan slid off, trying to keep her gaze low. That meant she was looking at the vivid blue of the water.

There were orange fish in it. They didn't look quite right, as if they'd been created by someone who really did did think a fish was two curved lines and a dot and a triangular tail. They reminded her of the skeletal fish in Death's quiet pool. Fish that were...appropriate to their surroundings. And she could see them, even though the water was just a block of color which part of her insisted ought to be opaque... think a fish was two curved lines and a dot and a triangular tail. They reminded her of the skeletal fish in Death's quiet pool. Fish that were...appropriate to their surroundings. And she could see them, even though the water was just a block of color which part of her insisted ought to be opaque...

She knelt down and dipped her hand in. It felt like water, but what poured through her fingers was liquid blue.

And now she knew where she was. The last piece clicked into place and the knowledge bloomed inside her. She knew if she saw a house just how its windows would be placed, and just how the smoke would come out of the chimney.

There would almost certainly be apples on the trees. And they would be red, because everyone knew that apples were red. And the sun was yellow. And the sky was blue. And the gra.s.s was green.

But there was another another world, called the real world by the people who believed in it, where the sky could be anything from off-white to sunset red to thunderstorm yellow. And the trees would be anything from bare branches, mere scribbles against the sky, to red flames before the frost. And the sun was white or yellow or orange. And water was brown and gray and green... world, called the real world by the people who believed in it, where the sky could be anything from off-white to sunset red to thunderstorm yellow. And the trees would be anything from bare branches, mere scribbles against the sky, to red flames before the frost. And the sun was white or yellow or orange. And water was brown and gray and green...

The colors here here were springtime colors, and not the springtime of the world. They were the colors of the springtime of the eye. were springtime colors, and not the springtime of the world. They were the colors of the springtime of the eye.

"This is a child's painting," she said.

The oh G.o.d slumped onto the green.

"Every time I look at the gap my eyes water," he mumbled. "I feel awful."

"I said this is a child's painting," said Susan.

"Oh, me me...I think the wizards' potion is wearing off..."

"I've seen dozens of pictures of it," said Susan, ignoring him. "You put the sky overhead because the sky's above you and when you are a couple of feet high there's not a lot of sideways to the sky in any case. And everyone tells you gra.s.s is green and water is blue. This This is the landscape you paint. Twyla paints like that. is the landscape you paint. Twyla paints like that. I I painted like that. Grandfather saved some of-" painted like that. Grandfather saved some of-"

She stopped.

"All children do it, anyway," she muttered. "Come on, let's find the house."

"What house?" the oh G.o.d moaned. "And can you speak quieter, please?"

"There'll be a house," said Susan, standing up. "There's always always a house. With four windows. And the smoke coming out of the chimney all curly like a spring. Look, this is a place like Gr-Death's country. It's not really geography." a house. With four windows. And the smoke coming out of the chimney all curly like a spring. Look, this is a place like Gr-Death's country. It's not really geography."

The oh G.o.d walked over to the nearest tree and banged his head on it as if he hoped it was going to hurt.

"Feels like geo'fy," he muttered.

"But have you ever seen a tree like that? A big green blob on a brown stick? It looks like a lollipop!" said Susan, pulling him along.

"Dunno. Firs' time I ever saw a tree. Arrgh. Somethin' dropped on m'head." He blinked owlishly at the ground. "'s red."

"It's an apple," she said. She sighed. "Everyone knows apples are red."

There were no bushes. But there were flowers, each with a couple of green leaves. They grew individually, dotted around the rolling green.

And then they were out of the trees and there, by a bend in the river, was the house.

It didn't look very big. There were four windows and a door. Corkscrew smoke curled out of the chimney.

"You know, it's a funny thing," said Susan, staring at it. "Twyla draws houses like that. And she practically lives in a mansion. I drew houses like that. And I was born in a palace. Why?"

"P'raps it's all this house," muttered the oh G.o.d miserably.

"What? You really think so? Kids' paintings are all of this place? It's in our heads?"

"Don't ask me, I was just making conversation," said the oh G.o.d.

Susan hesitated. The words What Now? loomed. Should she just go and knock?

And she realized that was normal normal thinking... thinking...

In the glittering, clattering, chattering atmosphere a head waiter was having a difficult time. There were a lot of people in, and the staff should have been fully stretched, putting bicarbonate of soda in the white wine to make very expensive bubbles and cutting the vegetables very small to make them cost more.

Instead they were standing in a dejected group in the kitchen.

"Where did it all go?" screamed the manager. "Someone's been through the cellar, too!"

"William said he felt a cold wind," said the waiter. He'd been backed up against a hot plate, and now knew knew why it was called a hot plate in a way he hadn't fully comprehended before. why it was called a hot plate in a way he hadn't fully comprehended before.

"I'll give him a cold wind! Haven't we got anything anything?"

"There's odds and ends..."

"You don't mean odds and ends, you mean des curieux et des bouts des curieux et des bouts," corrected the manager.

"Yeah, right, yeah. And, er, and, er..."

"There's nothing else?"

"Er...old boots. Muddy old boots."

"Old-?"

"Boots. Lots of 'em," said the waiter. He felt he was beginning to singe.

"How come we've got...vintage footwear?"

"Dunno. They just turned up, sir. The oven's full of old boots. So's the pantry."

"There's a hundred people booked in! All the shops'll be shut! Where's Chef?"