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as well as elephants’ graveyards, lost diamond mines, and strange ruins decorated with hieroglyphs the very sight of which can freeze the most valiant heart. On any reasonable map of the area there’s barely room for the trees.
    The few explorers who have returned have passed on a number of handy hints to those who follow after, such as : 1) avoid if possible any hanging- down creepers with beady eyes and a forked tongue at one end; 2) don’t pick up any orange-and-black-striped creepers that are apparently lying across the path, twitching, because there is often a tiger on the other end; and 3) don’t go.
    If I’m a demon, Rincewind thought hazily, why is everything stinging me and trying to trip me up? I mean, surely I can only be harmed by a wooden dagger through my heart? Or do I mean garlic?
    Eventually the jungle opened out into a very wide, cleared area that stretched all the way to a distant blue range of volcanoes. The land fell away below them to a patchwork of lakes and swampy fields, here and there punctuated by great stepped pyramids, each one crowned with a thin plume of smoke curling into the dawn air. The jungle track opened out into a narrow, but paved, road.
    “Where’s this, demon?” said Eric.
    “It looks like one of the Tezuman kingdoms,” said Rincewind. “They’re ruled over by the Great Muzuma, I think.”
    “She’s an Amazonian princess, is she?”
    “Strangely enough, no. You’d be astonished how many kingdoms aren’t ruled by Amazonian princesses, Eric.”
    “It looks pretty primitive, anyway. A bit Stone Age.”
    “The Tezuman priests have a sophisticated calendar and an advanced horology,” quoted Rincewind.
    “Ah,” said Eric, “Good.”
    “No,” said Rincewind patiently. “It means time measurement.”
    “Oh.”
    “You’d approve of them. They’re superb mathematicians, apparently.”
    “Huh,” said Eric, blinking solemnly. “Shouldn’t think they’ve got a lot to count in a backward civilization like this.”
    Rincewind eyed the chariots that were heading rapidly toward them.
    “I think they usually count victims,” he said.

    The Tezuman Empire in the jungle valleys of central Klatch is known for its organic market gardens, its exquisite craftsmanship in obsidian, feathers and jade, and its mass human sacrifices in honor of Quezovercoatl, the Feathered Boa, god of mass human sacrifices. As they said, you always knew where you stood with Quezovercoatl. It was generally with a lot of people on top of a great stepped pyramid with someone in an elegant feathered headdress chipping an exquisite obsidian knife for your very own personal use.
    The Tezumen are renowned on the continent for being the most suicidally gloomy, irritable and pessimistic people you could ever hope to meet, for reasons that may soon be made clear. It was true about the time measurement as well. The Tezumen had realized long ago that everything was steadily getting worse and, having a terrible literal-mindedness, had developed a complex system to keep track of how much worse each succeeding day was.
    Contrary to general belief, the Tezumen did invent the wheel. They just had radically different ideas about what you used it for.

    It was the first chariot Rincewind had ever seen that was pulled by llamas. That wasn’t what was odd about it. What was odd about it was that it was being carried by people, two holding each side of the axle and running after the animals, their sandaled feet flapping on the flagstones.
    “Do you think it’s got the tribute in it?” said Eric.
    All the leading chariot seemed to contain, apart from the driver, was a squat, basically cube-shaped man wearing a puma-skin outfit and a feather headdress.
    The runners panted to a halt, and Rincewind saw that each man wore what would probably be described as a primitive sword, made by affixing shards of obsidian into a wooden club. They looked to him no less deadly than sophisticated, extremely civilized swords. In