EPILOGUE
Somewhere on the disc…
THE END
Nanny Ogg stared deeply into her crystal ball and sighed. She had borrowed it from a friend in the hope that she would be able to use it to see into their world. She watched Nick giving it all on stage. He looked even better when he was moving his body like that… Maybe she could get inside his dressing room later on…
Commander Vimes of the city watch and his comrades spent the evening in the pub as they usually did on an evening. They talked, they laughed, but they couldn’t help speaking of the strange man who had joined their ranks for a while…
Ponder stared at the Archchancellor in front of him in horror. “No, we can’t try and bring them back here again!”
“Why not? We could study them!”
“NO!” Ponder would rather destroy the omniscope than ever have the misfortune to be reunited with those boys again!
The Luggage trundled along just ahead of Rincewind, snapping bad temperedly at birds and anything that got in its way. It felt lonely. It had lost its thing… the only thing it had ever found within itself that did not belong to anybody else. In short, the Luggage was still depressed.
Death stared at the ball of light in front of him which showed him that he had successfully returned the boys home. He nodded his head in satisfaction before dispelling the image. He did not have time for idle business. There was the dead to see to.
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Sweat dribbled from Brian’s forehead as he collapsed back in his dressing room with the other four. After being chased by a werewolf, being hit in the crotch several times and falling off the edge of a planet AND performing a two hour show, he felt completely dead.
“Thank God, it’s all over though,” AJ said thankfully. “I hope I never see that place again!”
“That reminds me,” Nick said. He stood up and stared at Brian’s mirror before picking up a mug form the table and hurling it at the shiny surface. There was a splintering noise before cracks began to run across the surface. “There,” he said. “It really is over now.”
“Seven years bad luck,” Kevin commented.
“Ha! You anything could compare with that place1 I don’t care what happens to me as long as I never see any old, ugly hags again!” As he said those very words, he could have sworn that he heard something whispered inside of his head. ‘Don’t call me that boy!’ His foot suddenly caught on something and he found himself falling flat on his face. “Ow!”
“He did warn you,” Brian said casually.
Nick stared about him vaguely and then shook his head in bewilderment. He must have imagined it. It did not matter anymore anyway. They were home. Home at last.
Even so, he could not help but feel he had been cursed!
Thank you to Paulien and Xuannie who pushed me to finish this story! It would never have been completed with you two! It's been hard but it's finally done now!