Men at Arms

with the internal anger of a man who wants to arrest the gods for not doing it right, and then he’d handed in his badge and he was…well, not exactly Sam Vimes any more.
    The clock in the corner chimed eight o’clock. Vimes pulled out his presentation watch and opened it.
    “That clock’s five minutes fast,” he said, above the tinkling chimes. He snapped the lid shut, and read again the words on it: “A Watch From, Your Old Freinds In The Watch”.
    Carrot had been behind that, sure enough. Vimes had grown to recognize that blindness to the position of “i”s and “e”s and that wanton cruelty to the common comma.
    They said goodbye to you, they took you out of the measure of your days, and they gave you a watch…
    “Excuse me, m’lady?”
    “Yes, Willikins?”
    “There is a Watchman at the door, m’lady. The tradesman’s entrance.”
    “You sent a Watchman to the tradesman’s entrance?” said Lady Sybil.
    “No, m’lady. That’s the one he came to. It’s Captain Carrot.”
    Vimes put his hand over his eyes. “He’s been made captain and he comes to the back door,” he said. “That’s Carrot, that is. Bring him on in.”
    It was barely noticeable, except to Vimes, but the butler glanced at Lady Ramkin for her approval.
    “Do as your master says,” she said, gallantly.
    “I’m no one’s mas—” Vimes began.
    “Now, Sam,” said Lady Ramkin.
    “Well, I’m not,” said Vimes sullenly.
    Carrot marched in, and stood to attention. As usual, the room subtly became a mere background to him.
    “It’s all right, lad,” said Vimes, as nicely as he could manage. “You don’t need to salute.”
    “Yes I do, sir,” said Carrot. He handed Vimes an envelope. It had the seal of the Patrician on it.
    Vimes picked up a knife and broke the seal.
    “Probably charging me five dollars for unnecessary wear and tear on my chainmail,” he said.
    His lips moved as he read.
    “Blimey,” he said eventually. “Fifty-six?”
    “Yes, sir. Detritus is looking forward to breaking them in.”
    “Including undead? It says here open to all, regardless of species or mortal status—”
    “Yes, sir,” said Carrot, firmly. “They’re all citizens.”
    “You mean you could have vampires in the Watch?”
    “Very good on night duty, sir. And aerial surveillance.”
    “And always useful if you want to stake out somewhere.”
    “Yes, sir?”
    Vimes watched the feeble pun go right through Carrot’s head without triggering his brain. He turned back to the paper.
    “Hmm. Pensions for widows, I see.”
    “Yessir.”
    “Re-opening the old Watch Houses?”
    “That’s what he says, sir.”
    Vimes read on:
We consider particularly that, this enlarged Watch will need an expereinced man in charge who, is held in Esteem by all parts of society and, we are convinced that you should fulfil this Roll. You will therefore take up your Duties immediately as, Commander of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. This post traditionally carreis with it the rank of Knight which, we are minded to resurrect on this one occasion .
Hoping this finds you in good health, Yrs .
faithfully
Havelock Vetinari ( Patrician )
    Vimes read it again.
    He drummed his fingers on the table. There was no doubt that the signature was genuine. But…
    “Corp—Captain Carrot?”
    “Sah!” Carrot stared straight ahead of him with the glistening air of one busting with duty and efficiency and an absolute resolve to duck and dodge any direct questions put to him.
    “I—” Vimes picked up the paper again, put it down, picked it up, and then passed it over to Sybil.
    “My word!” she said. “A knighthood? Not a moment too soon, either!”
    “Oh, no! Not me! You know what I think about the so-called aristocrats in this city—apart from you, Sybil, of course.”
    “Perhaps it’s about time the general stock was improved, then,” said Lady Ramkin.
    “His lordship did say,” said Carrot, “that no part of the package was negotiable, sir. I mean, it’s all or nothing, if you understand me.”
    “All…?”
    “Yessir.”
    “…or nothing.”
    “Yessir.”
    Vimes drummed his fingers on the table.
    “You’ve won, haven’t you?” he said. “You’ve won .”
    “Sir? Don’t understand, sir,” said Carrot, radiating honest ignorance.
    There was another dangerous silence.
    “But, of course,” said Vimes, “there’s no possible way I could oversee this sort of thing.”
    “What do you mean, sir?” said Carrot.
    Vimes pulled the