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A night in the lonesome October
A Night in the Lonesome October
A night in the lonesome October
by Roger Zelazny (1993)
I am a watchdog. My name is Snuff. I live with my master Jack outside of London now. I
like Soho very much at night with its smelly fogs and dark streets. It is silent then and we go
for long walks. Jack is under a curse from long ago and must do much of his work at night to
keep worse things from happening. I keep watch while he is about it. If someone comes, I
howl.
We are the keepers of several curses and our work is very important. I have to keep
watch on the Thing in the Circle, the Thing in the Wardrobe, and the Thing in the Steamer
Trunk -- not to mention the Things in the Mirror. When they try to get out I raise particular hell
with them. They are afraid of me. I do not know what I would do if they all tried to get out at
the same time. It is good exercise, though, and I snarl a lot.
I fetch things for Jack on occasion -- his wand, his big knife with the old writing on the
sides. I always know just when he needs them because it is my job to watch and to know. I
like being a watchdog better than what I was before he summoned me and gave me this job.
So we walk, Jack and I, and other dogs are often afraid of me. Sometimes I like to talk
and compare notes on watchdogging and masters, but I do tend to intimidate them.
One night when we were in a graveyard recently an old watchdog came by, though, and
we talked for a time.
"Hi. I'm a watchdog."
"Me, too."
"I've been watching you."
"And I've been watching you."
"Why is your person digging a big hole?"
"There are some things down there that he needs."
"Oh. I don't think he's supposed to be doing that."
"May I see your teeth?"
"Yes. Here. May I see yours?"
"Of course."
"Perhaps it's all right. Do you think you might leave a large bone somewhere nearby?"
"I believe that could be arranged."
"Are you the ones who were by here last month?"
"No, that was the competition. We were shopping elsewhere."
"They didn't have a watchdog."
"Bad planning. What did you do?"
"Barked a lot. They got nervous and left."
"Good. Then we're still probably ahead."
"Been with your person long?"
"Ages. How long've you been a graveyard dog?"
"All my life."
"Like it?"
"It's a living," he said.
Jack needed lots of ingredients for his work, as there was a big bit of business due soon.
Perhaps it were best to take it day by day.
A night in the lonesome October
October 1
Made the circuits. The thing in the Circle changed shapes, finally making itself look like a lady
dog of attractive person and very friendly disposition. But I was not fooled into breaking the
Circle. It didn't have the smell part down yet.
"Nice try," I told it.
"You'll get yours, mutt," it said.
I walked past the various mirrors. The Things locked in them gibbered and writhed. I
showed them my teeth and they writhed away.
The Thing in the Steamer Trunk pounded on the sides and hissed and sputtered when it
became aware of my sniffing about. I snarled. It hissed again. I growled. It shut up.
I made my way to the attic then and checked out the Thing in the Wardrobe. It was
scratching on the sides when I entered but grew still as I approached.
"How's everything inside?" I asked.
"Be a lot better if someone could be persuaded to turn the key with his paws."
"Better for you maybe."
"I could find you lots of great bones -- big ones, fresh, juicy, lots of meat on them."
"I just ate, thanks."
"What do you want?"
"Nothing special just now."
"Well, I want out. Figure what it's worth to you and let's talk."
"You'll get your chance, by and by."
"I don't like waiting."
"Tough."
"Up yours, hound."
"Tsk, tsk," I replied, and I went away when it began using more abusive language.
I went back downstairs, then passed through the library, smelling its musty volumes and
incense, spices, herbs, and other interesting matters, on my way to the parlor, whence I
stared out the window at the day. Watching, of course. That is my job.
A night in the lonesome October
October 2
We took a walk last night, acquiring mandrake root in a field far from here at the place of a
killing by somebody else. The master wrapped it in silk and took it to his work space direct. I
could hear him engage in good-natured banter with the Thing in the Circle. Jack has a long
list of ingredients, and things must be done properly on schedule.
The cat Graymalk came slinking about, pussyfoot, peering in our windows. Ordinarily, I
have little against cats. I can take them or leave them, I mean. But Graymalk belongs to
Crazy Jill who lives over the hill, in towards town, and Graymalk was spying for her mistress,
of course. I growled to let her know she had been spotted.
"About your watching early, faithful Snuff," she hissed.
"About your spying early," I responded, "Gray."
"We have our tasks."
"We do."
"And so it has begun."
"It has."
"Goes it well?"
"So far. And you?"
"The same. I suppose it is easiest simply to ask this way, for now."
". . . But cats are sneaky," I added.
She tossed her head, raised a paw and studied it.
"There are certain pleasures to be had in lurking."
"For cats," I said.
". . . And certain knowledges gained."
"Such as . . . ?"
"I am not the first come calling here today. My predecessor left traces. Are you aware of
this, faithful watcher?"
"No," I replied. "Who was it?"
"The owl, Nightwind, consort of Morris and MacCab. I saw him flee at dawn, found a
feather out back. The feather is tainted with mummy dust, to do you ill."
"Why do you tell me this?"
"Perhaps because I am a cat and it amuses me to be arbitrary and do you a good turn. I
shall take the feather away with me and leave it at their window, concealed amid shrubs."
"I prowled last night after my walk," I said. "I was near your house beyond the hill. I saw
Quicklime, the black snake who lives in the belly of the mad monk, Rastov. He rubbed against
your doorpost, shedding scales."

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