‘I have. When I was being trained up by Goodie Whemper—’
‘—maysherestinpeace, she used to take me over to Razorback or into Lancre whenever the strolling players were in town. She was very keen on the theatre. They’ve got more crowns than you can shake a stick at although, mind—’ she paused – ‘Goodie did say they’re made of tin and paper and stuff. And just glass for the jewels. But they look more realler than this one. Do you think that’s strange?’
He growled and stood up. ‘There is a knocking without,’ he said.
‘Without what?’ said the Fool.
‘Without the door, idiot.’
The Fool gave him a worried look. ‘A knocking without a door?’ he said suspiciously. ‘This isn’t some kind of Zen, is it?’
Seriously, I am not going to relearn/remember all of math and physics in three days during the first week of school.
They know I’ve been out of school and out of the field for eight years.
Someone turn my brain off please!
‘I am a king, mark you,’ he said.
WAS, YOUR MAJESTY.
‘What?’ Verence barked.
I SAID WAS. IT’S CALLED THE PAST TENSE. YOU’LL SOON GET USED TO IT.
Verence drew himself up to his full height, or what would have been his full height if that part of him to which the word ‘height’ could have been applied was not lying stiff on the floor and facing a future in which only the word ‘depth’ could be appropriate.