![]() Later, when he has occasion to move, it will be seen that he moves lightly, cat-like. His partner was much shorter and wrapped from head to toe in a brown cloak. If it wasn't for the air of wary intelligence about him it might have been supposed that he was a barbarian from the hubland wastes. The taller of the pair was chewing on a chicken leg and leaning on a sword that was only Marginally shorter than the average man. It was certainly impressive from the cool, dark hilltop a few leagues away, where two figures were watching with considerable interest. The smoke from the merry burning rose miles high, in a wind-sculpted black column 'that could be seen across the whole of the discworld. In any case, sparks were riding the breeze and touching down far across the river in hidden gardens and remote rickyards. But already the ships in the Morpork docks - laden with grain, cotton and timber, and coated with tar - were blazing merrily and, their moorings burnt to ashes, were breasting the river Ankh on the ebb tide, igniting riverside palaces and bowers as they drifted like drowning fireflies towards the sea. By now' the whole of downtown Morpork was alight, and the richer and worthier citizens of Ankh on the far bank were bravely responding to the situation by feverishly demolishing the bridges. Where it licked the Wizards' Quarter it burned blue and green and was even laced with strange sparks of the eighth 3Ĥ colour, octarine where its outriders found their way into the vats and oil stores all along Merchants Street it progressed in a serieS of blazing fountainS and explosions in the Streets of the perfume blenders it burned with a sweetness where it touched bundles of rare and dry herbs in the storerooms of the drugmasters it made men go mad and talk to God. THE COLOUR OF MAGIC Fire roared through the bifurcated city of AnkhMorpork. Later that night he became so engrossed in his studies he completely forgot about it. Thus it was that a young cosmochelonian of the Steady Gait faction, testing a new telescope with which he hoped to make measurements of the precise albedo of Great A'Tuin's right eye, was on this eventful evening the first outsider to see the smoke rise hubward from the burning of the oldeSt city in the world. This was known as the Big Bang hypothesis. When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery union new turtles would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds. An alternative, favoured by those of a religiOUS persuasion, was that A'Tuin was crawling from the Birthplace to the Time of Mating, as were all the stars in the sky which were, obviously, also carried by giant turtles. There was, for example, the theory that A'Tuin had come from nowhere and would continue at a uniform crawl, or steady gait, into nowhere, for all time. In the meantime they could only speculate about the revealed cosmos. For example, what was Atuin's actual sex? This vital question, said the Astrozoologists with mounting authority, would not be answered until a larger and more powerful gantry was constructed for a deep-space vessel. The early astrozoologists, hauled back from theiR long dangle by enormous teams of slaves, were able to bring back much information about theģ shape and nature of A'Tuin and the elephants but this did not resolve fundamental questions about the nature and purpose of the universe. The Great Turtle was a mere hypothesis until the day the small and secretive kingdom of Krull, whose rim-most mountains project out over the Rimfall, built a gantry 'and pulley arrangement at the tip of the most precipitous crag and lowered several oBservers over the Edge in a quartzwindowed brass vessel to peer through the mist veils. Astropsychology has been, as yet, unable to establish what they think about. ![]() Most of the weight is of course accounted for by Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon and Jerakeen, the four giant elephants upon whose broad and startanned shoulders the disc of the World rests, garlanded by the long waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the baby-blue vault of Heaven. In a brain bigger than a city, with geological Slowness, He thinks only of the Weight. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination. Great A'Tuin the turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked With meteor craters. 2 The Colour of Magic PROLOGUE In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part.
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