IT'S FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES TO ANKH-MORPORK,‘ HE SAID. "WE'VE GOT THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE ELEPHANTS, FIFTY CARTS OF FORAGE, THE MONSOON'S ABOUT TO BREAK AND WE'RE WEARING... WE'RE WEARING... SORT OF THINGS, LIKE GLASS, ONLY DARK... DARK GLASS THINGS ON OUR EYES...