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Terry Pratchett THE WEE FREE MEN CONTENTS Chapter 1 A Clang Well Done - photo 1

Terry Pratchett
THE WEE FREE MEN

CONTENTS Chapter 1 A Clang Well Done Chapter 2 Miss Tick Chapter 3 Hunt - photo 2

CONTENTS

Chapter 1 A Clang Well Done

Chapter 2 Miss Tick

Chapter 3 Hunt the Hag

Chapter 4 The Wee Free Men

Chapter 5 The Green Sea

Chapter 6 The Shepherdess

Chapter 7 First Sight and Second

Thoughts

Chapter 8 Land of Winter

Chapter 9 Lost Boys

Chapter 10 Master Stroke

Chapter 11 Awakening

Chapter 12 Jolly Sailor

Chapter 13 Land Under Wave

Chapter 14 Small, Like Oak Trees


Authors Note

About the Author

Other Books by Terry Pratchett

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S ome things start before other things.

It was a summer shower but didnt appear to know it, and it was pouring rain as fast as a winter storm.

Miss Perspicacia Tick sat in what little shelter a raggedy hedge could give her and explored the universe. She didnt notice the rain. Witches dried out quickly.

The exploring of the universe was being done with a couple of twigs tied together with string, a stone with a hole in it, an egg, one of Miss Ticks stockings (which also had a hole in it), a pin, a piece of paper, and a tiny stub of pencil. Unlike wizards, witches learn to make do with a little.

The items had been tied and twisted together to make adevice. It moved oddly when she prodded it. One of the sticks seemed to pass right through the egg, for example, and came out the other side without leaving a mark.

Yes, she said quietly, as rain poured off the rim of her hat. There it is . A definite ripple in the walls of the world. Very worrying. Theres probably another world making contact. Thats never good. I ought to go there. Butaccording to my left elbow, theres a witch there already.

Shell sort it out, then, said a small and, for now, mysterious voice from somewhere near her feet.

No, it cant be right. Thats chalk country over that way, said Miss Tick. You cant grow a good witch on chalk. The stuffs barely harder than clay. You need good hard rock to grow a witch, believe me. Miss Tick shook her head, sending raindrops flying. But my elbows are generally very reliable.

Why talk about it? Lets go and see, said the voice. Were not doing very well around here, are we?

That was true. The lowlands werent good to witches. Miss Tick was making pennies by doing bits of medicine and misfortune-telling, and slept in barns most nights. Shed twice been thrown into ponds.

I cant barge in, she said. Not on another witchs territory. That never, ever works. But She paused. Witches dont just turn up out of nowhere. Lets have a look.

She pulled a cracked saucer out of her pocket and tipped into it the rainwater that had collected on her hat. Then she took a bottle of ink out of another pocket and poured in just enough to turn the water black.

She cupped it in her hands to keep the raindrops out and listened to her eyes.

Tiffany Aching was lying on her stomach by the river, tickling trout. She liked to hear them laugh. It came up in bubbles.

A little way away, where the riverbank became a sort of pebble beach, her brother, Wentworth, was messing around with a stick, and almost certainly making himself sticky.

Anything could make Wentworth sticky. Washed and dried and left in the middle of a clean floor for five minutes, Wentworth would be sticky. It didnt seem to come from anywhere. He just got sticky. But he was an easy child to mind, provided you stopped him from eating frogs.

There was a small part of Tiffanys brain that wasnt too certain about the name Tiffany. She was nine years old and felt that Tiffany was going to be a hard name to live up to. Besides, shed decided only last week that she wanted to be a witch when she grew up, and she was certain Tiffany just wouldnt work. People would laugh.

Another and larger part of Tiffanys brain was thinking of the word susurrus . It was a word that not many people have thought about, ever. As her fingers rubbed the trout under its chin, she rolled the word round and round in her head.

Susurrusaccording to her grandmothers dictionary, it meant a low soft sound, as of whispering or muttering. Tiffany liked the taste of the word. It made her think of mysterious people in long cloaks whispering important secrets behind a door: susurruss-susurrusss

Shed read the dictionary all the way through. No one told her you werent supposed to.

As she thought this, she realized that the happy trout had swum away. But something else was in the water, only a few inches from her face.

It was a round basket, no bigger than half a coconut shell, coated with something to block up the holes and make it float. A little man, only six inches high, was standing up in it. He had a mass of untidy red hair into which a few feathers, beads, and bits of cloth had been woven. He had a red beard, which was pretty much as bad as the hair. The rest of him that wasnt covered with blue tattoos was covered with a tiny kilt. And he was waving a fist at her and shouting:

Crivens! Gang awa oot o here, ye daft wee hinny! Ware the green heid !

With that he pulled at a piece of string that was hanging over the side of his boat, and a second red-headed man surfaced, gulping air.

Nae time for fishin! said the first man, hauling him aboard. The green heids coming!

Crivens! said the swimmer, water pouring off him. Lets offski!

And with that he grabbed one very small oar and, with rapid back and forth movements, made the basket speed away.

Excuse me! Tiffany shouted. Are you fairies?

But there was no answer. The little round boat had disappeared in the reeds.

Probably not, Tiffany decided.

Then, to her dark delight, there was a susurrus. There was no wind, but the leaves on the alder bushes by the riverbank began to shake and rustle. So did the reeds. They didnt bend, they just blurred. Everything blurred, as if something had picked up the world and was shaking it. The air fizzed. People whispered behind closed doors.

The water began to bubble, just under the bank. It wasnt very deep hereit would only have reached Tiffanys knees if shed wadedbut it was suddenly darker and greener and, somehow, much deeper.

She stood and took a couple of steps backward just before long skinny arms fountained out of the water and clawed madly at the bank where she had been. For a moment she saw a thin face with long sharp teeth, huge round eyes, and dripping green hair like waterweed, and then the thing plunged back into the depths.

By the time the water closed over it, Tiffany was already running along the bank to the little beach where Wentworth was making frog pies. She snatched up the child just as a stream of bubbles came around the curve in the bank. Once again the water boiled, the green-haired creature shot up, and the long arms clawed at the mud. Then it screamed and dropped back into the water.

I wanna go-a toy-lut ! screamed Wentworth.

Tiffany ignored him. She was watching the river with a thoughtful expression.

Im not scared at all, she thought. How strange. I ought to be scared, but Im just angry. I mean, I can feel the scared, like a red-hot ball, but the angry isnt letting it out.

Wenny wanna wanna wanna go-a toy-lut ! Wentworth shrieked.

Go on, then, said Tiffany absentmindedly. The ripples were still sloshing against the bank.

There was no point in telling anyone about this. Everyone would just say, What an imagination the child has, if they were feeling in a good mood, or, Dont tell stories! if they werent.

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