Now pull back briefly from the dripping streets of Ankh-Morpork
pan across the
morning mists of the Disc, and focus in again on a young man heading for the
city with all the openness, sincerity and innocence of purpose of an iceberg
drifting into a major shipping
lane.
The young man is called Carrot. This is not because of his hair, which his
father has always clipped
short for reasons of Hygiene. It is because of his shape.
It is the kind of tapering shape a boy gets through clean living, healthy
eating, and good mountain
air in huge lungfuls. When he flexes his shoulder
muscles, other muscles have to move out of the way first.