Brutha is the Chosen One.
His god has spoken to him, admittedly while currently in the shape of a tortoise. Brutha
is a simple lad. He can't read. He can't write. He's pretty good at growing melons. And
his wants are few.
He wants to overthrow a huge and corrupt church.
He wants to prevent a horrible holy war.
He wants to stop the persecution of a philosopher who has dared to suggest that, contrary
to the Church's dogma, the Discworld really does go through space on the back of an
enormous turtle (*).
He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He wants the Inquisition to stop torturing
him now, please.
But most of all, what he really wants, more than anything else, is for his god to Choose
Someone Else ...
(* which is true, but when has that ever mattered?)
Lords And Ladies
It's a hot Midsummer Night. The crop circles
are turning up everywhere -- even on the mustard-and-cress of Pewsey Ogg, aged four. And
Magrat Garlick, witch, is going to be married in the morning... Everything ought to be
going like a dream. But the Lancre All-Comers Morris Team have got drunk on a fairy mound
and the elves have come back, bringing all those things traditionally associated with the
magical, glittering realm of Faerie: cruelty, kidnapping, malice and evil, evil murder.[*]
Granny Weatherwax and her tiny argumentative coven have really got their work cut out this
time... With full supporting cast of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris Dancers and one
orang-utan. And lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.
[*] But with tons of style.
Men At Arms
'Be a MAN in the City Watch! The City watch
needs MEN!'
But what it's -got- includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy
(really a dwarf), Lance-constable Detritus (a troll), Lance-constable Angua (a woman ...
most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving).
And they need all the help they can get. Because there's evil in the air and murder afoot
and something very nasty in the streets.
It'd help if it could all be sorted out by noon, because that's when Captain Vimes is
officially retiring, handing in his badge and getting married.
And since this is Ankh-Morpork, noon promises to be not just high, but stinking.
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