like a brick.â
âYes, but he once got lost in his own bedroom,â said the Dean, thumbing through another book. âThey found him in the wardrobe.â
âI wonder if itâs the same Gert?â said the Bursar.
âCould be, Bursar,â said Ridcully. He nodded at the other wizards. âNo oneâs to let him have any sugar or fruit.â
For a while there was no sound but the splash of water behind the door, the turning of pages and the Bursarâs randomized humming.
âAccording to this note in Wasportâs Lives of the Very Dull People ,â said the Senior Wrangler, squinting at the tiny script, âhe met an old fisherman who said in that country the bark fell off the trees in the winter and the leaves stayed on.â
âYes, but they always make up that sort of thing,â said Ridcully. âOtherwise itâs too boring. Itâs no good coming home and just saying you were shipwrecked for two years and ate winkles, is it? You have to put in a lot of daft stuff about men who go around on one big foot and The Land of Giant Plum Puddings and nursery rubbish like that.â
âMy word!â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, who had been engrossed in a volume at the other end of the table. âIt says here that the people on the island of Slakki wear no clothes at all and the women are of unsurpassed beauty.â
âThat sounds quite dreadful,â said the Chair of Indefinite Studies primly.
âThere are several woodcuts.â
âIâm sure none of us wish to know that,â said Ridcully. He looked around at the rest of the wizards and repeated, in a louder voice, âI said Iâm sure none of us wish to know that . Dean? Come right back here and pick up your chair!â
âThereâs a mention of EcksEcksEcksEcks in Wrencherâs Snakes of All Nations ,â said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. âIt says the continent has very few poisonous snakes . . . Oh, thereâs a footnote.â His finger went down the page. âIt says, âMost of them have been killed by the spiders.â How very odd.â
âOh,â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. âIt also says here that â The denizens of Purdee Island also existeth inne a State of Nature ââ â he struggled with the ancient handwriting â ââ yette is in Fine Healthe & of Good Bearing & Stature & is Trulee a . . . knobbly Savage . . .ââ
âLet me have a look at that,â said Ridcully. The book was passed down the table. The Archchancellor scowled.
âItâs written âknobleâ,â he said. â Noble savage. Means you . . . act like a gentleman, donâtcher-know . . .â
âWhat . . . go fox-hunting, bow to ladies, donât pay your tailor . . . That sort of thing?â
âShouldnât think that chap owes his tailor very much,â said Ridcully, looking at the accompanying illustration. âAll right, chaps, letâs see what else we can find . . .â
âHeâs having rather a long bath, isnât he?â said the Dean, after a while. âI mean, I like to be aswell scrubbed as the next man, but weâre talking serious prunes here.â
âSounds like heâs sloshing about,â said the Senior Wrangler.
âSounds like the seaside,â said the Bursar happily.
âTry to keep up, will you, Bursar?â said Ridcully wearily.
âActually . . .â said the Senior Wrangler, âthere is a certain seagully component, now that you mention it . . .â
Ridcully stood up, strode over to the bathroom door and held up his fist to knock.
âI am the Archchancellor,â he grumbled, lowering it. âI can open any doors I damn well please.â And he turned the handle.
âThere,â he said, as the door swung back. âSee, gentlemen? A perfectly ordinary bathroom. Stone bath, brass taps, bath cap,