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The
man
was
taken
aback
.
’
This
is
Ankh
-
Morpork
,
’
he
said
.
’
Anyone
ought
to
be
able
to
see
that
.
Smell
it
,
too
.
’
Mort
sniffed
.
There
was
a
certain
something
about
the
air
in
the
city
.
You
got
the
feeling
that
it
was
air
that
had
seen
life
.
You
couldn
’
t
help
noting
with
every
breath
that
thousands
of
other
people
were
very
close
to
you
and
nearly
all
of
them
had
armpits
.
The
stallholder
regarded
Mort
critically
,
noting
the
pale
face
,
well
-
cut
clothes
and
strange
presence
,
a
sort
of
coiled
spring
effect
.
’
Look
,
I
’
ll
be
frank
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
could
point
you
in
the
direction
of
a
great
brothel
.
’
’
I
’
ve
already
had
lunch
,
’
said
Mort
,
vaguely
.
’
But
you
can
tell
me
if
we
’
re
anywhere
near
,
I
think
it
’
s
called
Sto
Lat
?
’
’
About
twenty
miles
Hubwards
,
but
there
’
s
nothing
there
for
a
young
man
of
your
kidney
,
’
said
the
trader
hurriedly
.
’
I
know
,
you
’
re
out
by
yourself
,
you
want
new
experiences
,
you
want
excitement
,
romance
—
’
Mort
,
meanwhile
,
had
opened
the
bag
Death
had
given
him
.
It
was
full
of
small
gold
coins
,
about
the
size
of
sequins
.
An
image
formed
again
in
his
mind
,
of
a
pale
young
face
under
a
head
of
red
hair
who
had
somehow
known
he
was
there
.
The
unfocused
feelings
that
had
haunted
his
mind
for
the
last
few
days
suddenly
sharpened
to
a
point
.
’
I
want
,
’
he
said
firmly
,
’
a
very
fast
horse
.
’
