There was silence on the boat, apart from the sound of the sea and Ponder Stibbons's urgent muttering as he tried to adjust the omniscope.

"The screams . . ." murmured Mustrum Ridcully, after a while.

"But then they screamed a second time, a few seconds later," said Lord Vetinari.

"And a few seconds after that ," said the Dean.

"I thought the omniscope could see anywhere ," said the Patrician, watching the sweat pour off Ponder.

"The shards, er, don't seem stable when they're too far apart, sir," said Ponder. "Uh . . . and there's still a couple of thousand miles of world and elephant between them . . . ah . . ."

The omniscope flickered, and then went blank again.

"A good wizard, Rincewind," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "Not particularly bright, but, frankly, I've never been quite happy with intelligence. An overrated talent, in my humble opinion."

Ponder's ears went red.

"Perhaps we should put a small plaque up somewhere in the University," said Ridcully. "Nothing garish, of course."

"Gentlemen, are you forgetting?" said Lord Vetinari. "Soon there will be no University."

"Ah. Well, a small saving there, then."

'Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there?'

And there was, fuzzy but recognisable, a face peering out of the omniscope.

"Captain Carrot?" Ridcully roared. "How did you get that damn thing to work?"

'I just stopped sitting on it, sir.'

"Are you all right? We heard screams!" said Ponder.

'That was when we hit the ground, sir .'

"But then we heard screams again?

'That was probably when we hit the ground for the second time, sir .'

"And the third time?"

'Ground again, sir. You could say the landing was a bit . . . tentative . . . for a while there.'

Lord Vetinari leaned forward. "Where are you?"

'Here, sir. On the moon. Mr Stibbons was right. There is air here. It's a bit thin, but it's fine if your plans for the day include breathing .'

"Mr Stibbons was right, was he?" said Ridcully, staring at Ponder. "How did you work that out so exactly , Mr Stibbons?"

"I, er . . ." Ponder felt the eyes of the wizards on him. "I ―" He stopped. "It was a lucky guess, sir."

The wizards relaxed. They were extremely uneasy with cleverness, but lucky guessing was what being a wizard was all about.

"Well done, that man," said Ridcully, nodding. "Wipe your forehead, Mr Stibbons, you've got away with it again."

'I've taken the liberty of asking Rincewind to take a picture of me planting the flag of Ankh-Morpork and claiming the moon on behalf of all the nations of the Disc, your lordship ,' Carrot went on.

"Very . . . patriotic," said Lord Vetinari. "I may even tell them."

'However, I can't show you this on the omniscope because, shortly afterwards, something ate the flag. Things here . . . aren't entirely what you'd expect, sir .'

They were definitely dragons. Rincewind could see that. But they resembled swamp dragons in the same way that greyhounds resembled those odd yappy little dogs with lots of Zs and Xs in their name.

They were all nose and sleek body, with longer arms and legs than the swamp variety, and they were so silvery that they looked like moonlight hammered into shape.

And . . . they flamed. But it was not from the end that Rincewind had, hitherto, associated with dragons.

The strange thing was, as Leonard said, that once you stopped sniggering about the whole idea it made a lot of sense. It was so stupid for a flying creature to have a weapon which stopped it dead in midair, for example.

Dragons of all sizes surrounded the Kite , watching it with deer-like curiosity. Occasionally one or two would leap into the air and roar away, but others would land to join the throng. They stared at the crew of the Kite as if they were expecting them to do tricks, or make an important announcement.

There was greenery, too, except that it was silvery. Lunar vegetation covered most of the surface. The Kite 's third bounce and long slide had left a trail through it. The leaves were ―

"Hold still , will you?" Rincewind's attention was drawn to his patient as the Librarian struggled; the problem with bandaging an orangutan's head is knowing when to stop. "It's your own fault," he said. "I told you. Small steps, I said. Not giant leaps."

Carrot and Leonard bounced around the side of the Kite .

"Hardly any damage at all," said the inventor as he drifted down. "The whole thing took the shock remarkably well. And we're pointing slightly upwards. In this . . . general lightness, that should be quite sufficient to allow us to take off again, although there is one minor problem ― Shoo, will you?"

He waved away a small silver dragon that was sniffing at the Kite , and it took off vertically on a needle of blue flame.

"We're out of food for our dragons," said Rincewind. "I've looked. The fuel bunker broke open when we landed for the first time."

"But we can feed them some of the silver plants, can't we?" said Carrot. "The ones here seem to do very well on them."

"Aren't they magnificent creatures?" said Leonard as a squadron of the creatures sailed overhead.

They turned to watch the flight, and then stared beyond it. There was possibly no limit to how often the view could amaze you.

The moon was rising over the world, and elephant's head filled half the sky.

It was . . . simply big. Too big to describe.

Wordlessly, all four voyagers climbed a small mound to get a clear view, and they stood in silence for some time. Dark eyes the size of oceans stared at them. Great crescents of ivory obscured the stars.

There was no sound but the occasional click and swish as the iconograph imp painted picture after picture.

Space wasn't big. It wasn't there. It was just nothing and therefore, in Rincewind's view, nothing to get humble about. But the world was big, and the elephant was huge .

"Which one is it?" said Leonard, after a while.

"I don't know," said Carrot. "You know, I'm not sure I ever really believed it before. You know . . . about the turtle and the elephants and everything. Seeing it all like this makes me feel very . . . very . . ."

"Scared?" suggested Rincewind.

"No."

"Upset?"

"No."

"Easily intimidated?"

"No."

Beyond the Rimfall, the continents of the world were coming into view under swirls of white cloud.

"You know . . . from up here . . . you can't see the boundaries between nations," said Carrot, almost wistfully.

"Is that a problem?" said Leonard. "Possibly something could be done."

"Maybe huge, really huge buildings in lines, along the frontiers," said Rincewind. "Or . . . or very wide roads. You could paint them different colours to save confusion."

"Should aerial travel become widespread," said Leonard, "it would be a useful idea to grow forests in the shape of the name of the country, or of other areas of note. I will bear this in mind."

"I wasn't actually sugges ―" Carrot began. And then he stopped, and just sighed.

They went on watching, unable to tear themselves away from the view. Tiny sparkles in the sky showed where more flocks of dragons were sweeping between the world and the moon.

"We never see them back home," said Rincewind.

"I suspect the swamp dragons are their descendants, poor little things," said Leonard. "Adapted for heavy air."

"I wonder what else lives down here that we don't know about?" said Carrot.

"Well, there's always the invisible squid-like creature that sucks all the air out of ―" Rincewind began, but sarcasm did not carry very well out here. The universe diluted it. The huge, black, solemn eyes in the sky withered it.

Besides, there was just . . . toomuch . Too much of everything. He wasn't used to seeing this much universe all in one go. The blue disc of the world, unrolling slowly as the moon rose, looked outnumbered.

"It's all too big," said Rincewind.

"Yes."

"Ook."

There was nothing to do but wait for full moonrise. Or Discsink.

Carrot carefully lifted a small dragon out of a coffee cup. "The little ones get everywhere," he said. "Just like kittens. But the adults just keep their distance and stare at us."

"Like cats, then," said Rincewind. He lifted up his hat and untangled a small silvery dragon from his hair.

"I wonder if we ought to take a few back?"

"We'll be taking them all back if we're not careful!"

"They look a bit like Errol," said Carrot. "You know, the little dragon that was our Watch mascot? He saved the city by working out how to, er, flame backwards. We all thought he was some new kind of dragon," Carrot added, "but now it looks as though he was a throwback. Is Leonard still out there?"

They looked out at Leonard, who had taken half an hour off to do some painting. A small dragon had perched on his shoulder.

"He says he's never seen light like it," said Rincewind. "He says he must have a picture. He's doing very well, considering."

"Considering what?"

"Considering that two of the tubes he was using contain tomato puree and cream cheese."

"Did you tell him?"

"I didn't like to. He was so enthusiastic."

"We'd better start feeding the dragons," said Carrot, putting his cup down.

"All right. Can you unstick this frying pan from my head, please?"