‘Don’t know. I’ve only ever heard it said, and that was by someone who had a mouthful of other people’s teeth. You remember I told you about Agrajag?’
Ford thought for a moment. ‘You mean the guy who was convinced you were getting him killed over and over again?’
‘Yes. One of the places he claimed I’d got him killed was Stavromula Beta. Someone tries to shoot me, it seems. I duck and Agrajag, or at least, one of his many reincarnations, gets hit. It seems that this has definitely happened at some point in time so, I suppose, I can’t get killed at least until after I’ve ducked on Stavromula Beta. Only no one’s ever heard of it.’
‘Hmm.’ Ford tried a few other searches of The Hitch Hiker’s Guide, but drew a blank.
‘Nothing,’ he said.
‘I was just… no, I’ve never heard of it,’ said Ford finally. He wondered why it was ringing a very, very faint bell, though.
‘OK,’ said Arthur. ‘I’ve seen the way the Lamuellan hunters trap Perfectly Normal Beasts. If you spear one in the herd it just gets trampled, so they have to lure them out one at a time for the kill. It’s very like the way a matador works, you know, with a brightly coloured cape. You get one to charge at you and then step aside and execute a rather elegant swing through with the cape. Have you got anything like a brightly coloured cape about you?’
‘This do?’ said Ford, handing him his towel.