'Yeah, I know all about practising procedures for emergencies,' said Lu-Tze. 'And there's always something missing.'
'Ridiculous! We take great pains to-'
'You always leave out the damn emergency.' Lu-Tze turned back to the hall and the apprehensive workers. 'Ready? Good! Put it on the floor now! Or I shall have to come down there! And I don't want to have to come down there!' There was some frantic activity by the men around the cylinders, and a new pattern replaced the one below the balcony. The lines and colours were in different places, but a blue-white circle occupied the centre. 'There,' said Lu-Tze. 'That was less than ten days before the clock struck.' There was silence from the monks. Lu-Tze smiled grimly. 'And ten days later-'
'Time stopped,' said Lobsang. 'That's one way of putting it,' said Lu-Tze. He'd gone red in the face. One of the monks put a hand on his shoulder. 'It's all right, Sweeper,' he said soothingly. 'We know you couldn't have got there in time.'
'Being in time is supposed to be what we do,' said Lu-Tze. 'I was nearly at the damn door, Charlie. Too many castles, not enough... time...' Behind him the Mandala returned to its slow metering of the present. 'It wasn't your fault,' said the monk. Lu-Tze shook the hand free and turned to face the abbot over the shoulder of the chief acolyte. 'I want permission to track this one down right now, reverend sir!' he said. He tapped his nose. 'I've got the smell of it! I've been waiting for this all these years! You won't find me wanting this time!'
In the silence the abbot blew a bubble. 'It'll be in Uberwald again,' said Lu-Tze, a hint of pleading in his voice. 'That's where they mess around with the electrick. I know every inch of that place! Give me a couple of men and we can nip this right in the bud!'
'Bababababa ... This needs discussion, Lu-Tze, but we thank you for your offer babababa,' said the abbot. 'Rinpo, I want all bdumbdumbdum senior field monks in the Room of Silence within five bababa minutes! Are the spinners working bdumbdum harmoniously?' One of the monks looked up from a scroll he'd been handed. 'It appears so, your reverence.'
'My congratulations to the board master BIKKIT!'
'But Shoblang is dead,' murmured Lu-Tze. The abbot stopped blowing bubbles. 'That is sad news. And he was a friend of yours, I understand.'
'Shouldn't've happened like that,' the sweeper muttered. 'Shouldn't've happened like that.'
'Compose yourself, Lu-Tze. I will talk to you shortly. Bikkit! The chief acolyte, spurred on by a blow across the ear with a rubber monkey, hurried away. The press of monks began to thin out as they went about their duties. Lu-Tze and Lobsang were left on the balcony, looking down at the rippling Mandala. Lu-Tze cleared his throat. 'See them spinners at the end?' he said. 'The little one records the patterns for a day, and then anything interesting is stored in the big ones.'
'I just premembered you were going to say that.'
'Good word. Good word. The lad has talent.' Lu-Tze lowered his voice. 'Anyone watching us?' Lobsang looked around. 'There's a few people still here.' Lu-Tze raised his voice again. 'You been taught anything about the Big Crash?'
'Only rumours, Sweeper.'
'Yeah, there were a lot of rumours. “The day time stood still”, all that sort of thing.' Lu-Tze sighed. 'Y'know, most of what you get taught is lies. It has to be. Sometimes if you get the truth all at once, you can't understand it. You knew Ankh-Morpork pretty well, did you? Ever go to the opera house?'
'Only for pickpocket practice, Sweeper.'
'Ever wonder about it? Ever look at that little theatre just over the road? Called The Dysk, I think.'
'Oh, yes! We got penny tickets and sat on the ground and threw nuts at the stage.'
'And it didn't make you think? Big opera house, all plush and gilt and big orchestras, and then there's this little thatched theatre, all bare wood and no seats and one bloke playing a crumhorn for musical accompaniment?' Lobsang shrugged. 'Well, no. That's just how things are.' Lu-Tze almost smiled. 'Very flexible things, human minds,' he said. 'It's amazing what they can stretch to fit. We did a fine job there-'
'Lu-Tze?' One of the lesser acolytes was waiting respectfully. 'The abbot will see you now,' he said. 'Ah, right,' said the sweeper. He nudged Lobsang and whispered, 'We're going to Ankh- Morpork, lad.'
'What? But you said you wanted to be sent to-' Lu-Tze winked. '
'cos it is written, “Them as asks, don't get,” see. There's more than one way of choking a dangdang than stuffing it with pling, lad.'
'Is there?'
'Oh yes, if you've got enough pling. Now let's see the abbot, shall we? It'll be time for his feed now. Solids, thank goodness. At least he's done with the wetnurse. It was so embarrassing for him and the young lady, honestly, you didn't know where to put your face and neither did he. I mean, mentally he's nine hundred years old...'
'That must make him very wise.'
'Pretty wise, pretty wise. But age and wisdom don't necessarily go together, I've always found,' said Lu-Tze, as they approached the abbot's rooms. 'Some people just become stupid with more authority. Not his reverence, of course.' The abbot was in his highchair, and had recently flicked a spoonful of nourishing pap all over the chief acolyte, who was smiling like a man whose job depended on looking happy that parsnip-and-gooseberry custard was dribbling down his forehead. It occurred to Lobsang, not for the first time, that the abbot was a little bit more than purely random in his attacks on the man. The acolyte was, indeed, the kind of mildly objectionable person who engendered an irresistible urge in any right-thinking person to pour goo into his hair and hit him with a rubber yak, and the abbot was old enough to listen to his inner child.
'You sent for me, your reverence,' said Lu-Tze, bowing. The abbot upturned his bowl down the chief acolyte's robe. 'Wahahaahaha ah, yes, Lu-Tze. How old are you now?'
'Eight hundred, your reverence. But that's no age at all!'
'Nevertheless, you have spent a lot of time in the world. I understood you were looking to retire and cultivate your gardens?'
'Yes, but-'