"They looked up. Someone with a face and apron that said 'barman' in seven hundred languages was standing over them, a wine jug in each hand. "No women in here," he went on. "Why not?" said Nobby. "No women asking questions, neither." "Why not?" "'cos it is written, that's why." "Where'm I supposed to go, then?" The barman shrugged. "Who knows where women go?" "Off you go, Beti," said the Patrician. "And ... listen for information!" Nobby grabbed the cup of wine from Colon and gulped it down. "I dunno," he moaned. "I've only been a woman ten minutes and already I hate you male bastards."