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it.’
    Snibril felt its steady gaze from the hidden eyes. And he felt the hardness of the belt rubbing into his back, and shifted uneasily. The wight turned its gaze on Bane. ‘Tonight we eat the Feast of Bronze. You are invited. You will accept. Seven only. When the night-time fires are lit.’
    ‘We accept,’ said Bane, gravely.
    The wight turned on his heel and strode back to the wagon.
    ‘Tonight?’ said Pismire. ‘The Feast of Bronze? As if it was Feast of Sugar or Hair? Amazing. I thought they never invited strangers.’
    ‘Who’s invited who?’ growled someone from inside the cart. There was a stamping about, and Glurk’s head poked through the curtains over the front.
    ‘You know what I said about getting up . . .’ Pismire began, but since Glurk was already dressed there was very little he could do, except wink slyly at Bane and Snibril.
    ‘Wights? I thought they were just a children’s story,’ Glurk said, after it had been explained to him. ‘Still, it’s a free meal. What’s wrong with that? To tell the truth I don’t know more’n a scrap about them, but I never heard of a bad wight.’
    ‘I’d hardly heard of wights at all until now,’ said Snibril.
    ‘Ah, but you weren’t alive when old Granddad was,’ said Glurk. ‘He told me he met one in the hairs once. He lent it his axe.’
    ‘Did he get it back?’ said Pismire.
    ‘No.’
    ‘That was a wight all right, then,’ said Pismire. ‘They tend to be too preoccupied to think about simple things.’
    ‘He said it was a good axe, too.’
    ‘There’s no question of refusing to go,’ said Pismire.
    ‘That’s right,’ said Bane.
    ‘But it’s so easy to get things wrong. You know how sensitive they are. They’ve got all kinds of strange beliefs. You’ve got to know that, you two. Tell them, General.’
    ‘Well,’ said Bane, ‘seven’s very important to them. Seven elements in the Carpet, seven colours—’
    ‘Tell them about the Chays.’
    ‘I was coming to that . . . seven Chays. They’relike . . . periods of time. But not regular ones. Sometimes they’re short, sometimes they’re long. Only the wights know how long. Remember the belt? Seven squares, and each represents a Chay. So the Chay of Salt, you see, is a time when people prosper and trade, and the Chay of Grit is when they build empires and walls . . . am I going too fast?’
    General? thought Snibril. That’s what Pismire said. He wasn’t thinking. And a general’s a chief soldier . . and now they’re all looking at me. None of them noticed!
    ‘Hmm?’ he said. He tried to recall what Bane had been saying. ‘Oh ... so tonight’s Feast means we’re in the Chay of Bronze, yes?’
    ‘It means it’s starting,’ said Pismire. ‘It’s a time of war and destruction.’
    Glurk coughed. ‘How long does this last, then?’
    ‘It’ll last as long as the wights think it will. Don’t ask me how they know. But tonight wights all over the Carpet will celebrate the Feast of Bronze. It’s something to do with their memories.’
    ‘Sounds a bit unbelievable to me,’ said Glurk.
    ‘Oh, yes. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.’
    ‘You certainly know a lot about them,’ said Snibril.
    ‘I don’t,’ said Pismire, simply. ‘You never know anything where wights are concerned. Youremember tales, see things, pick up little bits of knowledge here and there, but you never know anything for certain.’
    ‘All right,’ said Glurk. He stood up on the driving-board of the cart. ‘We’ll go. Don’t see we can do nothing else, anyway. Bertha’ll come, and Gurth, and, let’s see . . . yes, Damion Oddfoot. It strikes me that when a wight asks you to dinner you go, and that’s it. In sevens.’
    They entered the wights’ little camp sheepishly, keeping together.
    Wights always travelled in numbers of seven, twenty-one or forty-nine. No one knew what happened to any wights left over. Perhaps the other ones killed and ate them, suggested Glurk, who had