Thief of TIme - Lu-Tze

One day a group of senior novices, for mischief, kicked over the little shrine that Lu-Tze kept beside his sleeping mat.

Next morning, no sweepers turned up for work. They stayed in their huts, with the doors barred. After making inquiries, the abbot, who at that time was fifty years old again, summoned the three novices to his room. There were three brooms leaning against the wall.

He spoke as follows: 'You know that the dreadful Battle of Five Cities did not happen because the messenger got there in time?'

They did. They learned this early in their studies. And they bowed nervously, because this was the abbot, after all.

'And you know, then, that when the messenger's horse threw a shoe he espied a man trudging beside the road carrying a small portable forge and pushing an anvil on a barrow?'

They knew.

'And you know that man was Lu-Tze?'

They did.

'You surely know that Janda Trapp, Grand Master of okidoki, toro-fu and chang-fu, has only ever yielded to one man?'

They knew.

'And you know that man is Lu-Tze?'

They did.

'You know the little shrine you kicked over last night?'

They knew.

'You know it had an owner?'

There was silence. Then the brightest of the novices looked up at the abbot in horror, swallowed, picked up one of the three brooms and walked out of the room. The other two were slower of brain and had to follow the story all the way through to the end.

Then one of them said, 'But it was only a sweeper's shrine!'

'You will take up the brooms and sweep,' said the abbot, 'and you will sweep every day, and you will sweep until the day you find Lu-Tze and dare to say “Sweeper, it was I who knocked over and scattered your shrine and now I will in humility accompany you to the dojo of the Tenth Djim, in order to learn the Right Way.” Only then, if you are still able, may you resume your studies here. Understood?'

Older monks sometimes complained, but someone would always say, 'Remember that Lu- Tze's Way is not our Way. Remember he learned everything by sweeping unheeded while students were being educated. Remember, he has been everywhere and done many things. Perhaps he is a little... strange, but remember that he walked into a citadel full of armed men and traps and nevertheless saw to it that the Pash of Muntab choked innocently on a fish bone. No monk is better than Lu-Tze at finding the Time and the Place.'

Some, who did not know, might say: 'What is this Way that gives him so much power?'

And they would be told: 'It is the Way of Mrs Marietta Cosmopilite, 3 Quirm Street, Ankh- Morpork, Rooms For Rent, Very Reasonable. No, we don't understand it, either. Some subsendential rubbish, apparently.’

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The Thief of Time - p78-80