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We had walked over a small rise and were slightly ahead of the boat. A young woman was lying on the ground in a most unladylike fas.h.i.+on, pointing a sniper's rifle towards the small skiff that had just come into view. I crept cautiously forward; she was so intent on her task that she didn't notice me until I was close enough to grab her. She was a slight thing and her strugglings, whilst energetic, were soon overcome. I secured her in an armlock as Havisham unloaded the rifle. Maggie and Stephen, unaware of the danger, drifted softly past on their way to Mudport.

'Where did you get this?' asked Havisham, holding up the rifle.

'I don't have to say anything,' replied the angelic-looking girl in a soft voice. 'I was only going to knock a hole in the boat, honestly I was!'

'Sure you were. You can let go, Thursday.'

I relaxed my grip and she stepped back, pulling at her clothes to straighten them after our brief tussle. I checked her for any other weapons but found nothing.



'Why should Maggie force a wedge between our happiness?' she demanded angrily. 'Everything would be so wonderful wonderful between my darling Stephen and me why am I the victim? I, who only wanted to do good and help everyone especially Maggie!' between my darling Stephen and me why am I the victim? I, who only wanted to do good and help everyone especially Maggie!'

'It's called "drama",' replied Havisham wearily. 'Are you going to tell us where you got the rifle or not?'

'Not. You can't stop me. Maybe they'll get away but I can be here ready and waiting on the next reading or even the one after that! Think you have enough Jurisfiction agents to put Maggie under constant protection?'

I'm sorry you feel that way,' replied Miss Havisham, looking her squarely in the eye. 'Is that your final word?'

'It is.'

'Then you are under arrest for attempted fiction infraction, contrary to Ordinance FMB/0608999 of the Narrative Continuity Code. By the power invested in me by the Council of Genres, I sentence you to banishment outside Mill on the Floss Mill on the Floss. Move.'

Miss Havisham ordered me to cuff Lucy, and once I had, she held on to me as we jumped into the Great Library. Lucy, for an arrested ad-libber, didn't seem too put out.

'You can't imprison me,' she said as we walked along the corridor of the twenty-third floor. 'I reappear in Maggie's dream seven pages from now. If I'm not there you'll be in more trouble than you know what to do with. This could mean your job, Miss Havisham! Back to Satis House for good.'

'Would it mean that?' I asked, suddenly wondering whether Miss Havisham wasn't exceeding her authority.

'It would mean the same as it did the last time,' replied Havisham, 'absolutely nothing nothing.'

'Last time?' queried Lucy. 'But this is the first time I've tried something like this!'

'No,' replied Miss Havisham, 'no, it most certainly is not.'

Miss Havisham pointed out a book ent.i.tled The Curious Experience of the Patterson Family on the Island The Curious Experience of the Patterson Family on the Island of Uffa of Uffa and told me to open it. We were soon inside, on the foresh.o.r.e of a Scottish island in the late spring. and told me to open it. We were soon inside, on the foresh.o.r.e of a Scottish island in the late spring.

'What do you mean?' asked Lucy, looking around her as her earlier confidence evaporated to be replaced by growing panic. 'What is this place?'

'It is a prison, Miss Deane.'

'A prison?' she replied. 'A prison for whom?'

'For them,' said Havisham, indicating several identically youthful and fair-complexioned Lucy Deanes, who had broken cover and were staring in our direction. Our Lucy Deane looked at us, then at her identical sisters, then back to us again.

'I'm sorry!' she said, dropping to her knees. 'Give me another chance please!'

'Take heart from the fact that this doesn't make you a bad person,' said Miss Havisham. 'You just have a repet.i.tive character disorder. You are a serial ad-libber and the 796th Lucy we have had to imprison here.

In less civilised times you would have been reduced to text. Good day.'

And we vanished back to the corridors of the Great Library.

'And to think she was the most pleasant person in Floss Floss!' I said, shaking my head sadly.

'You'll find that the most righteous characters are the first ones to go loco down here. The average life of a Lucy Deane is about a thousand readings; self-righteous indignation kicks in after that. No one could believe it when David Copperfield killed his first wife, either. Good day, Chesh.'

The Ches.h.i.+re Cat had appeared on a high shelf, grinning to us, itself, and anything else in view.

'Well!' said the Cat. 'Next and Havisham! Problems with Lucy Deane?'

'The usual. Can you get the Well to send in the replacement as soon as possible?'

The Cat a.s.sured us he would as soon as possible, seemed crestfallen that I hadn't bought him any Moggilicious cat food and vanished again.

'We need to find anything unusual about Perkins' death', said Miss Havisham. 'Will you help?'

'Of course!' I enthused.

Miss Havisham smiled a rare smile.

'You remind me of myself, all those years ago, before that rat Compeyson brought my happiness to an end.'

She moved closer and narrowed her eyes.

'We keep this to ourselves. Knowledge can be a dangerous thing. Start poking around in the workings of Jurisfiction and you may find more than you bargained for just remember that.'

She fell silent for a few moments.

'But first, we need to get you fully licensed as a Jurisfiction agent there's a limit to what you can do as an apprentice. Did you finish the multiple choice?'

I nodded.

'Good. Then you can do your practical exam today. I'll go and organise it while you take your Eject-O-Hat to JurisTech.'

She melted into the air about me and I walked off down the Library corridor towards the elevators. I pa.s.sed Falstaff, who invited me to 'dance around his maypole'. I told him to sod off, of course, and pressed the elevator 'call' b.u.t.ton. The doors opened a minute later and I stepped in. But it wasn't empty.

With me were Emperor Zhark and Mrs Tiggy-winkle.

'Which floor?' asked Zhark.

'First, please.'

He pressed the b.u.t.ton with a long and finely manicured finger and continued his conversation with Mrs Tiggy-winkle.

'... and that was when the rebels destroyed the third of my battle stations,' said the emperor sorrowfully.

'Have you any idea how much these things cost?'

'Tch,' said Mrs Tiggy-winkle, bristling her spines. 'They always find some way of defeating you, don't they?'

Zhark sighed.

'It's like one huge conspiracy,' he muttered. 'Just when I think I have the Galaxy at my mercy, some hopelessly outnumbered young hothead destroys my most insidious Death Machine using some hithero undiscovered weakness. I'm suing the manufacturer after that last debacle.'

He sighed again, sensed he was dominating the conversation and asked: 'So how's the was.h.i.+ng business?'

'Pretty good,' said Mrs Tiggy-winkle, 'but the price of starch is something terrible these days.'

'Oh, I know,' replied Zhark, thumbing his high collar, 'look at this. My name alone strikes terror into billions, but can I get my collars done exactly how I want them?'

The elevator stopped at my floor and I stepped out.

I read myself into Sense and Sensibility Sense and Sensibility and avoided the nursery rhyme characters, who were still picketing the front door; I had Humpty's proposals in my back pocket but still hadn't given them to Libris and avoided the nursery rhyme characters, who were still picketing the front door; I had Humpty's proposals in my back pocket but still hadn't given them to Libris in truth I had only promised to do my best, but didn't particularly want to run the gauntlet again. I ran up the back stairs, nodded a greeting to Mrs Henry Dashwood and b.u.mped into Tweed in the lobby; he was talking to a lithe and adventurous-looking young man whose forehead was etched with an almost permanent frown. He quickly broke off when I appeared.

'Ah!' said Tweed. 'Thursday. Sorry to hear about Snell; he was a good man.'

'I know thank you.'

'I've appointed the Gryphon as your new attorney,' he said. 'Is that all right?'

'Sounds fine,' I replied, turning to the youth, who was pulling his hands nervously through his curly hair.

'h.e.l.lo! I'm Thursday Next.'

'Sorry!' mumbled Harris. 'This is Uriah Hope from David Copperfield; David Copperfield; an apprentice I have been asked to train.' an apprentice I have been asked to train.'

'Pleased to meet you,' replied Hope in a friendly tone. 'Perhaps you and I could discuss apprentices.h.i.+ps together some time?'

'The pleasure's mine, Mr Hope. I'm a big fan of your work in Copperfield Copperfield.'

I thanked them both and left to find the JurisTech offices along Norland Park's seemingly endless corridors. I stopped at a door at random, knocked and looked in. Behind a desk was one of the many Greek heroes who could be seen wandering around the Library; licensing their stories for remakes made a very reasonable living. He was on the footnoterphone.

'Okay,' he said, 'I'll be down to pick up Eurydice next Friday. Anything I can do for you in return?'

He raised a finger signalling for me to wait.

'Don't look back? That's all? Okay, no problem. See you then. 'Bye.'

He put down the horn and looked at me.

'Thursday Next, isn't it?'

'Yes; do you know where the JurisTech office is?'

'Down the corridor, first on the right.'

'Thanks.'

I made to leave but he called me back, pointing at the footnoterphone.

'I've forgotten already what was I meant not to do?'

I'm sorry,' I said, 'I wasn't listening.'

I walked down the corridor and opened another door into a room that had nothing in it except a man with a frog growing out of his s.h.i.+ny bald head.

'Goodness!' I said. 'How did that happen?'

'It all started with a pimple on my b.u.m,' said the frog. 'Can I help you?'

I'm looking for Professor Plum.'

'You want JurisTech. This is Old Jokes. Try next door.'

I thanked him and knocked on the next door. I heard a very sing-song 'Come in!' and entered. Although I had expected to see a strange laboratory full of odd inventions, there was nothing of the sort just a man dressed in a check suit sitting behind a desk, reading some papers. He reminded me of Uncle Mycroft just a little more perky.

'Ah!' he said, looking up. 'Miss Next. Did you bring the hat with you?'

'Yes,' I replied, 'but how-?'

'Miss Havisham told me,' he said simply.

It seemed there weren't many people who didn't talk to Miss Havisham or who didn't have Miss Havisham talk to them.

I took out the battered Eject-O-Hat and placed it on the table. Plum picked up the broken activation handle, flicked a magnifying gla.s.s in front of his eye and stared at the frayed end minutely. 15 'Oh!' I said. 'I'm getting it again!'

'What?'

'A crossed line on my footnoterphone!'

'I can get a trace if you want here, put this galvanised bucket on your head.'

'Not for a minute or two,' I told him, 'I want to see how it all turns out.'

'As you wish.'

So as he examined the hat I listened to Sofya and Vera prattle on.

'Well,' he said finally, 'it looks as though it has chafed through. The Mk IV is an old design I'm surprised to see it still in use.'

'So it was just a failure due to poor maintenance?' I asked, not without some relief.

'A failure that saved a life, yes.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, my relief short lived.

He showed me the hat. Inside an inspection cover were intricate wires and small flas.h.i.+ng lights that looked impressive.

'Someone has wired the retextualising inhibitor to the ISBN code rectifiers. If the cord had been pulled, there would have been an overheat in the primary booster coils.'

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