Chapter 21

Tähelepanek Point

Tähelepanek Point is the one point on the circumference of the discworld where the landmass extends out past the rim. It’s the only point where all three marvels of creation can be seen by the inhabitants of the discworld. One can see the circumference of the disk stretching off widdershins and the marvelous rimfall, the incredible waterfall that surrounds the rim. If one is brave, he can look down and see evidence of Great T’Phon, the mightiest of the four world bearing elephants. One can see his trunk far below. Occasionally, an ear flap is seen by observers to the celebration of all. (The last observed EFE ((Ear Flap Event)) was recorded Grune 5, Year of the Recalcitrant Armadillo) And below that, so far away that optics are needed, A’Tuin’s tail is always in view.

Widdershins (counterclockwise) from Tähelepanek Point was the Great Balsamic Nebula, a giant wall made of dust and hydrogen gas, softly glowed an odd, depressing shade of mauve. No one knows if the plan will work, but hopefully that cloud is poison to a planet eating worm.

It was cold on top of Tähelepanek Point, and the only thing keeping them from a long, boring fall into hell was a wooden post fence. Nick took Octavia into his arms for the first time in hours and there, on the cold windy peak, they kissed long and passionately. The work was over; the pain was done. Forgive, forget, say the spell and go home to Creel Springs. “What? You’re smiling,” she said.

“I just thought of going home,” said Nick. “Home - I’ve never had a use for that word. My home was a pile of rubble, but right now, the thought of our home makes the word so powerful. I want to say it again and again with you, forever and ever.”

“Me too,” said Octavia. “What a delicious word!” she said as she nibbled his ear lobe.

It’s said that a wizard knows how and when he is going to die, and so does a witch but for them that’s an acquired knowledge, when you start subtracting all the aches and pains from a healthy body you eventually end up with zero. But a witch knows something else. Every witch that has ever carried a child knew the moment that child became a tiny speck of reality, and that’s why witch’s children are so precious to them. Nick felt that tiny speck of reality also in Octavia. He wasn’t surprised. Ever since their mountain wedding with Nana Partridge, life has been a sex extravaganza. Even tonight, when they were both overwhelmed by feelings of doom, they still had sex.

Since the moment he met her, he’s been exposed to the ends of the discworld and wonders of the multiverse but now he realizes they are nothing, a spit in a dry dusty bucket compared to the wonders and amazement in store for them due to that infinitely tiny spark of life growing inside of his enchantress.

“You’re smiling again ... but I’ve never seen that smile before.”

“Ask me again when this is over ok?”

“Tell me!” but he had ducked down to talk to Gaspode and the Librarian. He asked them both to get Octavia away from the edge as soon as she finished casting the spell.

“Mission Control has given us clearance to start,” said an Astro-zoologist, and everybody started moving away from the top of Tähelepanek Point.

Nick took two scrolls out of his camouflaged bush robes and tucked one into her belt. He couldn’t see her robes, but his fingers could feel them. All he could see was her delicious body, a sexy reward that was waiting for him. “Ok, this won’t take long at all,” and he opened up a scroll and stepped in between Octavia and the wooden fence and held up the scroll for her to read.

Was this it? Five lines? Easy peasy! She heard Nick call “I love you Façade!” above the increasing wind and she said, “I love you Porter!” then focused on the scroll in front of her.

Elas kord üks mees Nantucketist

She didn’t remember reading the line but the words that she had read were floating in the air above Nick written on the wind in octraine fire (which is a good sign if you’re a wizard) so she moved on to the next line...

Kes võttis sea tihnikusse persse

The old excitement was setting in, it’s been so long since she cast a scripted spell she forgot the excitement, no wonder why wizards take a vow of celibacy, a powerful spell is like good sex and nothing could stop you, this spell was creating a feeling just like that...