Rest in Peace, Terry Pratchett
Rest in Peace, Terry Pratchett
The waters of the Lancre gushed below. No one crossed the same water twice, even on a bridge.
Ridcully dropped a pebble. It went plunk.
"It all works out," said Granny Weatherwax, "somewhere. Your young wizard knows that, he just puts daft words around it. He'd be quite bright, if only he'd look at what's in front of him."
"He wants to stay here for a while," said Ridcully gloomily. He flicked another pebble into the depths. "Seems fascinated by the stones. I can't say no, can I? The king's all for it. He says other kings always had fools, so he'll try having a wise man around, just in case that works better."
Granny laughed.
"And there's young Diamanda going to be up and about any day now," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. That's the thing about the future. It could turn out to be anything. And everything."
She picked up a pebble. It hit the water at the same time as one of Ridcully's own, making a double plunk.
"Do you think," said Ridcully, "That...somewhere...it all went right?"
"Yes. Here!"
Granny softened at the sight of his sagging shoulders.
"But there, too," she said.
"What?"
"I mean that somewhere Mustrum Ridcully married Esmeralda Weatherwax and they lived--" Granny gritted her teeth "--lived happily ever after. More or less. As much as anyone does."
"How d'you know?"
"I've been picking up bits of her memories. She seemed happy enough. And I ain't easily pleased."
"How can you do that?"
"I try to be good at everything I do."
"Did she say anything about--"
"She didn't say nothing! She don't know we exist! Don't ask questions! It's enough to know that everything happens somewhere, isn't it?"
Ridcully tried to grin.
"Is that the best you can tell me?" he said.
"It's the best there is. Or the next best thing."
--Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
The waters of the Lancre gushed below. No one crossed the same water twice, even on a bridge.
Ridcully dropped a pebble. It went plunk.
"It all works out," said Granny Weatherwax, "somewhere. Your young wizard knows that, he just puts daft words around it. He'd be quite bright, if only he'd look at what's in front of him."
"He wants to stay here for a while," said Ridcully gloomily. He flicked another pebble into the depths. "Seems fascinated by the stones. I can't say no, can I? The king's all for it. He says other kings always had fools, so he'll try having a wise man around, just in case that works better."
Granny laughed.
"And there's young Diamanda going to be up and about any day now," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. That's the thing about the future. It could turn out to be anything. And everything."
She picked up a pebble. It hit the water at the same time as one of Ridcully's own, making a double plunk.
"Do you think," said Ridcully, "That...somewhere...it all went right?"
"Yes. Here!"
Granny softened at the sight of his sagging shoulders.
"But there, too," she said.
"What?"
"I mean that somewhere Mustrum Ridcully married Esmeralda Weatherwax and they lived--" Granny gritted her teeth "--lived happily ever after. More or less. As much as anyone does."
"How d'you know?"
"I've been picking up bits of her memories. She seemed happy enough. And I ain't easily pleased."
"How can you do that?"
"I try to be good at everything I do."
"Did she say anything about--"
"She didn't say nothing! She don't know we exist! Don't ask questions! It's enough to know that everything happens somewhere, isn't it?"
Ridcully tried to grin.
"Is that the best you can tell me?" he said.
"It's the best there is. Or the next best thing."
--Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
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