‘Me,’ said Nutt.

The man stared. ‘You don’t look much like a smith, sir.’

‘Contrary to popular belief, most smiths are on the wiry side rather thanbulky. It’s all a matter of sinews rather than muscle.’

‘And you know your way around an anvil, do you?’

‘You would be amazed, sir.’

‘There’s shoes in the smithy,’ said the man. ‘You’ll have to work one to size.’

‘I know how to do that,’ said Nutt. ‘Mister Trev, I would be glad if you wouldcome and help me with the bellows.’

The inn was huge and crowded, because as with coaching inns everywhere its daylasted for twenty-four hours and not a moment less. There were no meal times,as such. Hot food for those who could afford it was available all the time andcold cuts of meat were on a large trestle in the main room. People arrived,were emptied and refilled in the speediest time possible and sent on their wayagain because the space was needed for the next arrivals. There never seemed tobe a moment without the jangle of harnesses. Glenda found a quiet corner. ‘Itell you what,’ she said to Juliet, ‘go and fetch some sandwiches for thelads.’

‘Fancy Mister Nutt being a blacksmith,’ said Juliet.

‘He’s a man of many parts,’ said Glenda.

Juliet’s brow wrinkled. ‘’ow many parts?’

‘It’s just a figure of speech, Juliet. Off you go now.’ She needed time tothink. Those strange flying women. Mister Nutt. It was all a lot to take. Youstart the day and it’s just another day and here you are, having mercifully notended up as a highwayman, sitting in another city with nothing more than theclothes you’re standing up in, not knowing what is going to happen next.

Which, in a way, was exciting. She had to analyse that feeling for severalmoments because excitement was not a regular feature of her life. Pies, on thewhole, do not excite. She got up and wandered unheeded through the crowds, withthe vague idea of seeing what the kitchens were like, but found her pathblocked by someone whose sweating face, flustered air and rotund body suggestedhe was the innkeeper. ‘If you could just wait a moment, ma’am,’ he said to herand then addressed a woman who was emerging from what looked like a privatedining room. ‘So nice to see you again, your ladyship,’ he said, bobbing up anddown a little. ‘It’s always an honour to have you grace our humbleestablishment.’

Ladyship.

Glenda looked up at the woman who was everything she had pictured when Nutt hadfirst talked about her. Tall, thin, dark, forbidding, to be feared. Herexpression was stern and she said, in what to Glenda were posh tones, ‘Far toonoisy in here.’

‘But the beef was superb,’ said another voice and Glenda realized that Ladyshiphad almost eclipsed a smaller woman, quite pleasant, not particularly tall andwith a slightly fussy air about her.

‘Are you Lady Margolotta?’ said Glenda.

The tall lady gave her a look of brief disdain and swept on towards the maindoors, but her companion stopped and said, ‘Do you have business with herladyship?’

‘Is she coming to Ankh-Morpork?’ Glenda asked. ‘Everybody knows she’s LordVetinari’s squeeze.’ She felt instantly embarrassed as she said the word; itconjured up images that simply could not fit into the available space in herbrain.

‘Really?’ said the woman. ‘They are certainly very close friends.’

‘Well, I want to talk to her about Mister Nutt,’ said Glenda.

The woman gave her a worried look and pulled her over to an empty bench. ‘Therehas been a problem?’ she said, sitting down and patting the wood beside her.

‘She told him he was worthless,’ said Glenda. ‘And sometimes I think all heworries about is being worthy.’

‘Are you worthy?’ said the woman.

‘What sort of question is that to ask a stranger?’

‘An interesting and possibly revealing one. Do you think the world is a betterplace with you in it, and would you do me the courtesy of actually thinkingabout your answer rather than pulling one off the “affronted” rack? I’m afraidthere’s far too much of that these days. People believe that acting andthinking are the same thing.’

Faced with that, Glenda settled for, ‘Yes.’

‘You’ve made it better, have you?’

‘Yes. I’ve helped lots of people and I invented the Ploughman’s Pie.’

‘Did the people you helped want to be helped?’

‘What? Yes, they came and asked.’

‘Good. And the Ploughman’s Pie?’

Glenda told her.

‘Ah, you must be the cook at Unseen University,’ said the woman. ‘Which meansthat you have access to rather more than the average cook and, therefore, Iwould deduce that to keep the pickled onions crisp in the pie you put them in acold room at very nearly freezing point for some time immediately beforebaking, possibly wrapping them in cheese for the sake of temporary insulation,and, if you have assembled your pie correctly and paid attention totemperatures, I think that would do the trick.’ She paused. ‘Hello?’

‘Are you a cook?’ said Glenda.

‘Good grief, no!’

‘So you worked it out, just like that? Mister Nutt told me her ladyship employsvery clever people.’

‘Well, I’m embarrassed to say it, but that is true.’

‘But she shouldn’t have told Mister Nutt that he’s worthless. She shouldn’t saythat to people.’

‘But he was worthless, yes? He couldn’t even talk properly when he was found.Surely what she has done has helped him?’

‘But he frets all the time and it’s got out now that he’s an orc. What’s thatall about?’

‘And is he, in your mind, doing anything particularly orcish?’

Reluctantly, Glenda said, ‘Sometimes his fingernails turn into claws.’

The woman looked suddenly concerned. ‘And what does he do then?’

‘Well, nothing,’ said Glenda. ‘They just sort of… go back in again. But hemakes wonderful candles,’ she added quickly. ‘He’s always making things. It’sas if… worth is something that drains away all the time so you have to keeptopping it up.’

‘Possibly, now you put it that way, she has been a little too brisk with him.’

‘Does she love him?’ asked Glenda.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘I mean, has anyone ever loved him?’

‘Oh, I think she does, in her way,’ said the woman. ‘Although she’s a vampire,you know. They tend to see the world rather differently.’

‘Well, if I met her I’d give her a piece of my mind,’ said Glenda. ‘Muddlinghim about. Setting those wretched flying ladies on him. I wouldn’t let her dothat sort of thing.’

‘She’s immensely strong, I’m led to believe,’ said the woman.

‘That doesn’t give her the right,’ said Glenda. ‘And shall I tell yousomething? Mister Nutt is right here. Oh yes, out in the yard, shoeing one ofthe horses for the Lancre Flyer. He really is amazing.’

‘It sounds like it,’ said the woman with a faint little smile. ‘You certainlyseem to be a vehement supporter.’

Glenda hesitated. ‘Is that something to do with foxes?’ she said.

‘It means with great passion,’ said the woman. ‘Do you have a great passion forMister Nutt, Miss Sugarbean? And remember, please, I do like people to do methe honour of thinking before they speak.’

‘Well, I like him a lot,’ said Glenda hotly.

‘That is charming,’ said the woman. ‘It does occur to me that Mister Nutt mighthave achieved more worth than I had previously thought.’

‘So you tell her ladyship what I said,’ said Glenda, feeling her neck on firewith blushes. ‘Mister Nutt has got friends.’

‘Indeed I will,’ said the woman, standing up. ‘And now if you’ll excuse me, I’msure our coach is about to depart. I must fly.’

‘Remember to tell her what I said!’ Glenda shouted after her.

She saw the woman turn to smile at her and then she was lost as a partyarriving from a new coach hurried in from the cold night air.

Glenda, who had stood up at the same time as the woman, sat down heavily. Whoon earth did that woman think she was? Her ladyship’s librarian, probably. Nutthad mentioned her several times. Altogether too many ideas above her stationfor Glenda’s liking. She hadn’t even had the decency to give Glenda her name.