Book: Pyramids
Quotes of Book: Pyramids
What's Ephebe like?" said Ptraci."I've never been there. Apparently it's ruled by a Tyrant.""I hope we don't meet him, then"Teppic shook his head. "It's not like that," he said. "They have a new Tyrant every five years and they do something to him first." He hesitated. "I think they ee-lect him.""Is that something like they do to tomcats and bulls and things?""Er.""You know. To make them stop fighting and be more peaceful."Teppic winced. "To be honest, I'm not sure," he said. "But I don't think so. They've got something they do it with, I think it's called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man, one-" He paused. The political history lesson seemed a very long while ago, and had introduced concepts never heard of in Djelibeybi or in Ankh-Morpork, for that matter. He had a stab at it anyway. "One man, one vet.""That's for the eelecting, then?"He shrugged. It might be, for all he knew. "The point is, though, that everyone can do it. They're very proud of it. Everyone has-" he hesitated again, certain now that things were amiss-"the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extractions. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lost of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilization. book-quoteHe sighed and opened the black box and took out his rings and slipped them on. Another box held a set of knives and Klatchian steel, their blades darkened with lamp black. Various cunning and intricate devices were taken from velvet bags and dropped into pockets. A couple of long-bladed throwing tlingas were slipped into their sheaths inside his boots. A thin silk line and folding grapnel were wound around his waist, over the chain-mail shirt. A blowpipe was attached to its leather thong and dropped down the back of his cloak; Teppic picked a slim tin container with an assortment of darts, their tips corked and their stems braille-coded for ease of selection in the dark. He winced, checked the blade of his rapier and slung the baldric over his right shoulder, to balance the bag of lead slingshot ammunition. As an afterthought he opened his sock drawer and took a pistol crossbow, a flask of oil, a roll of lockpicks and, after some consideration, a punch dagger, a bag of assorted caltrops and a set of brass knuckles. Teppic picked up his hat and checked it's lining for the coil of cheesewire. He placed it on his head at a jaunty angle, took a last satisfied look at himself in the mirror, turned on his heel and, very slowly, fell over. book-quotehumorfantasydungeons-and-dragons
