“She has told me everything,” Wen went on. There was a glow in his eyes and, when he moved, there were strange silvery-blue lights in the air, like reflections from liquid mirrors. There was something new about his master. We have a great deal to do.” 1Ĭlodpool hesitated. “In the cup of the hand there is no past, no future. “Dear stupid Clodpool, I have learned everything,” said Wen. Was yesterday real? Or is it only the memory that is real? Truly, yesterday I was not born.” Clodpool’s face became a mask of agonized incomprehension. “Remember? We came up here, and I cooked a meal, and had the rind off your sklang because you didn’t want it.” “I remember yesterday,” said Wen, thoughtfully. I think there was, master,” said Clodpool, struggling to his feet. “Remember? It was there yesterday.” “There was no yesterday.” “Er. it’s a tree, master,” said Clodpool, still not quite awake. Now I understand.” Then he stopped and looked at the thing next to Clodpool.
He prodded with a sandal the dozing form of Clodpool the Apprentice, and said: “I have seen.
He stared at the rising sun for some time, because he had never seen it before. Contents Begin Reading About the Author Praise Other Books by Terry Pratchett Cover Copyright About the PublisherĪ ccording to the First Scroll of Wen the Eternally Surprised, Wen stepped out of the cave where he had received enlightenment and into the dawning light of the first day of the rest of his life.
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