So early next morning she softly arose
I am eight pages into Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment* and already I can see that I may have to keep a sharp ballad lookout. Our heroine Polly has cut her hair, dressed in her brother's clothes, and enlisted as a soldier (in the Borogravian Army) under the name Oliver:
"Age?"
"Seventeen come Sunday, sir."
"Yeah, right," said the sergeant.
*I am convalescing on all the Terry Pratchett I've missed in the last several years. Yesterday was The Fifth Elephant, Thief of Time, and Night Watch. Today, I will be out of new Terry Pratchett. I may re-read Going Postal and Thud! anyway.
"Age?"
"Seventeen come Sunday, sir."
"Yeah, right," said the sergeant.
*I am convalescing on all the Terry Pratchett I've missed in the last several years. Yesterday was The Fifth Elephant, Thief of Time, and Night Watch. Today, I will be out of new Terry Pratchett. I may re-read Going Postal and Thud! anyway.

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And it turns out he was...a woman. Which doesn't explain any of the things that made him interesting. Maybe the foreshadowing of him being some kind of Small God of War was too obvious, and only there as a red herring. But that was still a pretty lame secret.
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At one point they sang a song with a line like "And the devil will be my sergeant".
I want to see if that song exists or if Terry Pratchett made it up.
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