Characters: Scallot, mention of Jackrum.
Rating: C

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.

Two Parts
by Amazon Syren

     Bugger, thought Scallot, in the lucid way of people in an unbearable amount of pain. That's that leg done for.
     He might have thought longer on the subject, but his body was sending him more emergency messages than his mind could currently handle, so he elected to pass out instead.

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     Well, bugger me, Scallot thought, a good deal later, when he found himself awake and, by inference, alive in what could only be a saw-bones’ tent. He lifted the ratty blanket carefully, and assessed the damages.
     Urg.
     Could have been worse, though.
     He gave his hip an experimental jiggle and the wooden peg kicked a little. Good thing he’d already lost one leg. Maybe it meant it’d take less practice before he was back on his feet again.
     Metter-for-ick-ly speaking, o’ course.
     The stitches were pretty fresh, he observed.
     Damn.
     Probably meant he couldn’t just up and leave like he wanted to.
     Oh, well.
     With any luck he wouldn’t catch anything before he got out again.
     Scallot pulled the blanket higher, idly wondering if his buddy, Jack, could use a spare pair of socks.