An inanimate piece of rock nobody needs, at the edge of the world. Exactly halfway between Klatch and Ankh-Morpork. There’s no water, no useful minerals—nothing at all. But has that ever stopped two nations that decided to have a good war? After all, this whole war smells. It smells of crime. And the Watch of Ankh-Morpork is looking for the criminal—that’s their job. Leave the war to Lord Vetinari—that’s his job. And always remember: war isn’t football. There’s no second half in it.