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The world is watching, Vimes thought. If something went wrong and this stupid Leshp business started a war, it's men like these who'd be working out exactly how to deal with the winner, whoever it was. Never mind who started it, never mind how it was fought, they'd want to know how to deal with things now. They represented what people called the "international community." And like all uses of the word "community," you were never quite sure what or who it was.
Terry Pratchett, Jingo
The undersea volcano, off the southern coast of Iwo Jima, which Japan calls Ioto, started its latest series of eruptions on Oct. 21.
Okay, Pratchett/Discworld fans, who else saw this headline and immediately thought of Jingo and shouted "It's LESHP!"
“Have you heard about the lost continent of Leshp?” he said.
“Oh, yes. I did some sketches there a few years ago,” said Leonard. “Some interesting aspects, I recall. More tea? I fear you’ve let that one get cold. Was there anything you particularly wanted?”
The Patrician pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’m not sure. There is a small problem developing. I thought perhaps you could help. Unfortunately,” the Patrician glanced at the sketches again, “I suspect that you can.” He stood up, straightened his robe and forced a smile. “You have everything you require?”
“Some more wire would be nice,” said Leonard. “And I have run out of Burnt Umber.”
“I shall have some sent along directly,” said Vetinari. “And now, if you will excuse me–”
He let himself out.
Leonard nodded happily as he cleared away the teacups. The infernal combustion engine was carried to the heap of scrap metal beside the small forge, and he fetched a ladder and removed the piston from the ceiling.
He’d just opened out his easel to start work on a new design when he was aware of a distant pattering. It sounded like someone running but also occasionally pausing to hop sideways on one leg.
Then there was a pause, such as might be made by someone adjusting their clothing and getting their breath back.
The door opened and the Patrician returned. He sat down and looked carefully at Leonard of Quirm.
“You did what?” he said.
-Jingo, Terry Pratchett
“...Mr. Slant, I believe you have something to say here?”
The president of the Guild of Lawyers cleared his throat. The sound was like a death rattle and technically it was, since the man had been a zombie for several hundred years although historical accounts suggested that the only difference dying had made to Mr. Slant was that he’d started to work through his lunch break.
“Yes, indeed,” he said, opening a large legal tome. “The history of the city of Leshp and its surrounding country is a little obscure. It is known to have been above the sea almost a thousand years ago, however, when records suggest that it was considered part of the Ankh-Morpork empire-”
“What is the nature of these records and do they tell us who was doing the considering?” said the Patrician. The door opened and Vimes stepped in. “Ah, commander, do take a seat. Continue, Mr. Slant.”
The zombie did not like interruptions. He coughed again. “The records relating to the lost country date back several hundred years, my lord. And they are of course our records.”
“Only ours?”
“I hardly see how any others could apply,” said Mr. Slant severely.
“Klatchian ones, for example?” said Vimes, form the far end of the table.
“Sir Samuel, the Klatchian language does not even have a word for lawyer,” said Mr. Slant.
“Doesn’t it?” said Vimes. “Good for them.”
-Jingo, Terry Pratchett
Nobby nudged him. “What’re we doing down here, sarge? I mean, what’s it all about? Poking around, looking at weird marks on the rocks, going in and out of caves… and the smell… well…”
“It’s not me,” said Sergeant Colon.
“Smells like… sulfur…”
Little bubbles streamed past the window.
“It stunk up on the surface, too,” Nobby went on.
“Nearly finished, gentlemen,” said Lord Vetinari, putting the papers aside. “One last little venture and then we can surface. Very well, Leonard… take us underneath.”
“Er… aren’t we underneath already, sir?” said Colon.
“Only underneath the sea, sergeant.”
“Ah. Right.” Colon gave this due consideration. “Is there anything else to be under, then, sir?”
“Yes, sergeant. Now we’re going under the land.”
-Jingo, Terry Pratchett
Sergeant Colon peered into the tube.
Inside of the darkness he was half expecting, he saw the sea’s surface, bubbling like a boiling saucepan. Green and yellow flashes of lightning danced across the water, illuminating a distant wall that seemed practically a horizon.
The tube squeaked around. If this was a cave, it was at least a couple of miles across.
“How long, do you think?” said Lord Vetinari, behind him.
“Well, the rock has a large proportion of tufa and pumice, very light, and once floated up the build-up of gas starts to escape very rapidly because of the swell,” said Leonard. “I don’t know… perhaps another week… and then I think it takes a very long time for a sufficient bubble to build up again…”
“What’re they saying, sarge?” said Nobby. “This pace floats?”
“A most unusual natural phenomenon,” Leonard went on. “I’d have thought it was just a legend had I not seen it for myself…”
-Jingo, Terry Pratchett
“Where are we, Leonard?”
“Well, er, my star charts are all out of date, of course, but if you would care to wait until the sun rises, and I’ve invented a device for ascertaining position by reference to the sun, and devised a satisfactorily accurate watch-”
“Where are we now, Leonard?”
“Er… in the middle of the Circle Sea, I suspect.”
“The middle?”
“Pretty close, I should say. Look, if I can measure the wind speed-”
“Then Leshp should be in this vicinity?”
“Oh, yes, I should-”
“Good. Unhitch us from this apparently stricken ship while we still have the cover of darkness and in the morning I wish to see this troublesome land. In the meantime, I suggest that everyone gets some sleep.”
-Jingo, Terry Pratchett
