“What the wossname is it?” said the parrot.
“It's their god.”
“Get a way?”
"No, really. It's Quezovercoatl. Half man, half chicken, half jaguar, half serpent, half
scorpion and half mad."
The parrot's beak moved as it worked this out. “That makes a wossname total of three homicidal maniacs,” it said. “About right, yes,” said the statue. “On the other hand,” said Rincewind instantly, "I do think it's frightfully important for
people to have the right to worship in their own special way, and now I think we'll just be going, so just -"
“Please don't leave me here,” said the statue. “Please take me with you.” “Could be tricky, could be tricky,” Rincewind said hurriedly, backing away. “It's not me, you understand, it's just that where I come from everyone has this racial prejudice against thirty-foot-high people with fangs and talons and necklaces of skulls all over them. I just think you'll have trouble fitting in.”
The parrot tweaked his ear. “It's coming from behind the statue, you stupid wossname,”
it croaked. It turned out to be coming from a hole in the floor. A pale face peered short-sightedly up at Rincewind from the depths of a pit. It was an elderly, good-natured face with a faintly worried expression.
“Hallo?” said Rincewind.
“You don't know what it means to hear a friendly voice again,” said the face, breaking into a grin. “If you could just sort of help me up...?” “Sorry?” said Rincewind. “You're a prisoner, are you?” “Alas, this is so.” “I don't know that I ought to go around rescuing prisoners just like that,” said
Rincewind. “I mean, you might have done anything.” “I am entirely innocent of all crimes, I assure you.”
“Ah, well, so you say,” said Rincewind gravely. “But if the Tezumen have judged -”
“Wossname, wossname, wossname!” shrieked the parrot in his ear as it bounced up and down on his shoulder. “Haven't you got the faintest? Where've you been? He's a prisoner! A prisoner in a temple! You've got to rescue prisoners in temples! That's what they're bloody there for!”
“No it isn't,” snapped Rincewind. “That's all you know! He's probably here to be sacrificed! Isn't that right?” He looked at the prisoner for confirmation.
The face nodded. “Indeed, you are correct. Flayed alive in fact.” “There!” said Rincewind to the parrot. “See? You think you know everything! He's to be flayed alive.”
“Every inch of skin removed to the accompaniment of exquisite pain,” added the
prisoner, helpfully. Rincewind paused. He thought he knew the meaning of the word “exquisite”, and it didn't seem to belong anywhere near “pain”.
“What, every bit?” he said. “This is apparently the case.” “Gosh. What was it you did?” The prisoner sighed. “You'd never believe me...” he said.
The Demon King let the mirror darken and drummed his fingers on his desk for a moment. Then he picked up a speaking tube and blew into it. Eventually a distant voice said: “Yes, guv?” “Yes sir!” snapped the King The distant voice muttered something. “Yes, SIR?” it added.
“Do we have a Quezovercoatl working here?”
“I'll see, guv.” The voice faded, came back. “Yes, guv.”
“Is he a Duke, Earl, Count or Baron?” said the King. “No, guv.” “Well, what is he?” There was a long silence at the other end. “Well?” said the King “He's no-one much, guv” The King glared at the tube for some time. You try, he thought. You make proper plans,
you try to get organised, you try to help people, and this is what you get. “Send him to see me,” he said.
Outside, the music rose to a crescendo and stopped. The fires crackled. From the distant
jungles a thousand glowing eyes watched the proceedings. The high priest stood up and made a speech. Eric beamed like a pumpkin. A long line of Tezumen brought baskets of jewels which they scattered before him.
Then the high priest made a second speech. This one seemed to end in a question.
“Fine,” said Eric. “Jolly good. Keep it up.” He scratched his ear and ventured, “You can all have a half holiday.” The high priest repeated the question again, in a slightly impatient tone of voice. “I'm the one, yes,” said Eric, just in case they were unclear. “You've got it exactly right.” The high priest spoke again. This time there was no slightly about it.
o;Well?” said Eric.