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Fifty Years of Pratchett
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This is a work of love, a fan fiction. Many of these characters are the creation of Sir Terry Pratchett, as is the multiverse in which they live. If you would like to find out which of these characters is or is not a creation of Terry, please contact this author. This tale was not written to steal the fame that Sir Terry rightfully earned, but to enjoy one more romp in the shadow of Cori Celesti and remind the world of what we lost on March 12, 2015.
"One day I'll be dead and THEN you'll all be sorry."
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Terry Pratchett, 28 Nov 1992 on alt.fan.pratchett
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ENCHANTRESS 4
Turtle Eclipse of the Sun
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There are minor drawbacks when your planet is a disc sitting on the back of four elephants that stands on the back of a turtle that is flying in space. Sometimes one elephant will have an itch. If it's an itchy back, he'll just rub his back against the disc you're standing on, you probably won't notice it. But if he has an itchy ear, they'll shake their heads, and that causes minor earthquakes. People on other forms of planets have to worry about plate tectonics, but in a proper disc shaped world, you only have to worry about one plate, the one you're living on.
Some astrotheorists have concluded that there are
round
worlds in the universe, almost perfectly spherical, and they're trapped in an orbit around a star and not the other way around, as is normal. These astrotheorists believe that not only do these spherical round worlds exist, but they're populated by people! "Impossible!" announced one of the leading scientific minds of the universe, Dr. Mustrum Ridcully, (DThau, DM, BS, DMn, DG, DD, DMPhil, DMS, DCM, DW & BElL.*) Archchancellor of the Unseen University.
"I agree that spherical 'round worlds' exist," said Doctor Ridcully, "but it is simply impossible that they would be populated by rational beings. Walking for any length of time in a straight line would bring you right back around to where you started. A circumstance likely to cause madness in anyone who has ever experienced it. Imagine: no elephants to hold your world steady, no turtle to carry you safely through the stars. Instead, your little sphere is caught in an endless, dreary orbit... dreadful, simply dreadful!"
(*Doctor of Thaumatology, Doctor of Magic, Bachelor of Sortilege, Doctor of Magianism, Doctor of Gramarye, Doctor of Divination, Doctor of Magical Philosophy, Doctor of Morbid Spellbinding, Doctor of Condensed Metaphysics, Doctor of Wizardry, Bachelor of Eldritch Lacemaking)
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Looking up from the brand-new Discworld Almanac (Year of the Querulous Megapode), Nick Worblehat-Stein, the young Duke of Wægn, asked his wife, "You've been to round worlds, do people go insane walking in a straight line on round worlds?"
"We've been through this. Yes, people go insane on round worlds, but not for reasons that Ridcully mentions. I read that article too," said his wife Octavia, the Duchess of Wægn. She looked up from their nursing son, "people on the round world I was fostering on would go to jail if they couldn't walk a straight line."
Nick loves the Discworld Almanac, so much information! So much entertainment! And such soft paper! "It says there's going to be a turtle roll in spring!"
"Yes, dear, a comet or something."
"Yes! Comet
Cobbler Joining I-Ecks
." Nick is one of the very few people to have ever seen the great space turtle A'Tuin, he actually flew in space with A'Tuin. Ever since he actually got to see A'Tuin and save the entire world from being eaten, Nick has been a "space nut" and he looks for any news regarding his giant friend.
"That's nice, dear, now hang the almanac in the privy, we have Hogswatch to get ready for."
"Yes, dear..." Nick shouldn't complain. They have a magically heated outhouse, the only one in the Ramtop mountains. The snow swirled around outside as he hung the Almanac on the nail on the privy then he watched the snow fall on his farm before going back into the cottage. It's Hogswatch time in the mountains!
Hogswatch! That merry, mystical time of joy and happiness celebrated in the cabbage covered Sto Plains, the craggy Ramtop Mountains, mysterious Überwald and all places in between. It's even celebrated on the lost continent of XXXX. The joy of the approaching holiday encompassed the mountain communities of the tiny kingdom of Lancre and adding to the joy of the Duke and Duchess of Wægn, a son! He will turn one month old when the Hogfather comes down the chimney on Hogswatch Eve. When the word got out that the Duke and Duchess returned from foreign parts with a baby, everyone had to go to their cottage to see the baby and hear the tales.
Gifts and food baskets filled the house and very often visitors arrived with garland or other Hogswatch decorations to brighten up the holiday. The mountain people opened their hearts to Nick and Octavia, their generosity brought tears of gratitude to the new parents. The people of Tallywiffle County listened over and over to their stories of how Marlon was born, never tiring of the story and not believing a single word. Tales of foreign parts, dragons, pirates, searching armies, escaping from dangerous creatures, it was so preposterous! But why would their duke and duchess lie to them? Then they laid the most unbelievable tale on the people of Lancre. They said that they knew practically nothing of Hogswatch.
How is such a thing possible? Hogswatch is a nearly universal holiday for over half of the people who live on the discworld. For Octavia she knew a little about it but not every foster family she lived with celebrated it. She usually spent the holiday with her stepfather, an orangutan (due to a magical accident) and they spent the holiday at the Unseen University library eating bananas and banana cream pie.
Pommeraie de la Montesquieu "Nick" Worblehat-Stein, Duke of Wægn, is royalty, but he's not posh. He was born in the gutter, and it went downhill from there. For young Pommy Stein, Hogswatch was the day the pennies stop. He grew up a street urchin, and he begged for pennies and picked through garbage to survive. During the Hogswatch holiday shopping season, the people of Ankh-Morpork were generous with their pennies, but on Hogswatch Day the pennies stopped. People didn't go out that day, then after that they were their normal grouchy, miserly selves for another year. It was confusing to a motherless six-year-old boy who was abandoned by his father, and the only thing that kept him alive through those wet, miserable Ankh-Morpork winters was an old wool blanket and his best friend, a talking dog.
Queen Magrat heard those stories from Nick and Octavia themselves and decided that she would not allow that in her royal court. The Duke and Duchess of Wægn must revel in the holiday joy. In fact, she enlisted the help of a talking dog. Gaspode, Nick's best friend, became a spy for the queen, telling her what Nick and Octavia needed most for Hogswatch. "Yer highness, the only complaint other than the baby interrupting their mating pattern, is that they don't want to go to official functions because they don't know what to wear."
"Thank you doggy, you were a great help," and the queen handed Gaspode his pay, a raw steak.
Not long after the birth of Marlon and their return to Creel Springs, Queen Magrat had a Royal Baby shower for the next Duke of Wægn. The men and women of the court gathered, the women in the Queen's chambers, the men in the castle drawing room, which looked remarkably like a corner pub. Gaspode was welcome in both celebrations. The men were throwing darts and tossing back ale when Nick stood up to the line to throw. He's already scored 475 points, he just needs 26 to win. "Are you ready for the holidays in your little cottage, yer grace?" asked Lord Harcourt, the exchequer of the kingdom. Lord Harcourt may be in his 80s but he can still add, subtract and hold his pint.
"We have a tree and a dozen fairies and Octavia is decorating the living room to mimic the great hall and throne room with pine boughs and glitter." Then he threw a five, a one, and a double ten to win. Darts was Nick's top skill, he fed himself for a couple of years through his play.
"And what else, my boy?" asked Lord Baltimore, head of intelligence for the king and the only other duke in the kingdom. He governed the Duchy of Pellingham on the rimward side of Lancre. Like Wægn, the Duchy of Pellingham was long and narrow, a buffer-zone between Lancre and the rest of the discworld. Nick liked Lord Baltimore, their duchies were nearly identical and, like Nick, Lord Baltimore actively encouraged the witches in his duchy and he even financed their coven gatherings.
Nick looked surprised. "There's more?"