The dark side of the sun - By Terry Pratchett Page 0,55

fifty ships hanging around our system now, waiting for you to make a move. Some of them are toting weaponry, too. Terra Novae has got a whole fleet. There’s even a class of a hulk from Whole Erse, it’s probably the only one they have got. There’s going to be a real shoot-out when you lead them to Jokers World. And, uh, what’s worrying Father …’

‘You can put his mind at rest. I don’t think the Jokers had anything to do with Laoth,’ said Dom quickly.

Tarli sighed with relief. ‘The trouble they’re putting us to!’ he went on. ‘We have to send out squads every hour to clear up these bugs United Spies are dropping round the palace. They crawl into every crevice – look at that one!’

A thing like a jewelled praying mantis was creeping along the top of one of the coloured panels. It tried to scurry away as they approached, but Tarli flicked it onto the floor with the end of his sword and crushed it.

‘Looks like a standard Earth model,’ he said. ‘See what I mean?’

‘The message behind all this is that you’re glad to see me but you’d be even happier to see me go,’ said Dom.

Tarli said hurriedly: ‘Please don’t take it the wrong way. I’ll tell you one thing, we’ll make sure you go vertically, and protected. Still, you’re not our only worry. Have you heard about the Bank disappearing?’

Dom shook his head.

‘Nothing like it has happened before.’

The hall doors swung open before them. There were only eight for the meal. The round table had been collapsed back into the memory store, and a plain Laothian dining mat spread in its place. Besides Tarli and Dom there were Joan, Keja, the Emperor, Sharli, Hrsh-Hgn and a small dapper Laothian. The children’s drosk servants stood behind them, and Isaac moved over to place himself behind Dom. He was holding Ig.

‘Thanks,’ said Dom, taking the creature. ‘Where has he been? And how about you?’

‘Just looking around the old place, boss. Ig’s sort of the unofficial mascot of the bug-clearing crews – he can really root them out.’

Sharli looked up and blushed when Dom saw her.

The main course, kai shellfish, was eaten in silence, except for the efforts of a phnobic trio playing chlong at the other end of the hall.

A cool night breeze brought the tinkling of the leaves of the robot garden floating into the room.

The Emperor, with great ceremony, poured out a syrupy clear liquid that was deceptively light on the tongue and burned in the throat. The servants disappeared at a handclap. The trio hurried to the end of a phrase, unstrung their instruments and hurried away.

‘Now,’ said the Emperor. ‘Let us talk.’

‘Spies?’ murmured Joan, into her glass. The Emperor raised his eyebrows.

‘But of course, my dear,’ he said. ‘Over there the inq-player in the trio deposited an Ear before he left, my son’s drosk servant reports regularly to their unpronounceable planet, and this room swarms with bugs and pinpoints. This very gentleman on my left’ – the dapper man smiled – ‘is an accomplished spy. His name is Magane. One of his many jobs is to spy upon me. He reports to me regularly in case I act ill-advisedly. Where is Jokers World?’ he ended abruptly.

Dom ran a finger round the edge of his glass.

‘You have a mere seventy-two hours to discover it,’ Ptarmigan prompted.

‘That’s unfair!’ said Keja.

‘He doesn’t have to tell me.’

‘I think I’m getting the idea,’ said Dom mildly. ‘I can feel the edges of a concept. The dark side of the sun ...it’s a bit non-committal, isn’t it? Perhaps it refers to another set of dimensions?’

‘You don’t believe that,’ said the Emperor. ‘And neither do I. Jokers World is a singularity in this continuum. Probability suggests that this is the only universe in which they existed, although we can’t locate them through math. My belief is that they were a billion-to-one chance that only cropped up in our particular space-time.’

‘I think so too,’ said Dom. ‘There are only four to five examples of life apart from the races in the life-bubble, and they are big and – well, not life as we think of it. Like the Bank or Chatogaster. With them life is just another attribute, like mass or age. No, I think the Jokers were the first life-as-we-can-grasp-it in the galaxy, and I agree with the idea that they probably got our own shows on the road. I don’t know why I agree. It just seems