Men at Arms

don’t take matters into your own hands for the guard are mightily in pursuit of the wrongdoer, because he didn’t have a clue where to start. Had your husband any enemies? Yes, someone put a huge great hole in him, but apart from that , did he have any enemies?
    So he’d extracted himself with as much dignity as possible, which wasn’t very much, and after a battle with himself which he’d lost, he’d picked up half a bottle of Bearhugger’s Old Persnickety and wandered into the night.

    Carrot and Angua reached the end of Gleam Street.
    “Where are you staying?” said Carrot.
    “Just down there.” She pointed.
    “Elm Street? Not Mrs. Cake’s? ”
    “Yes. Why not? I just wanted a clean place, reasonably priced. What’s wrong with that?”
    “Well…I mean, I’ve nothing against Mrs. Cake, a lovely woman, one of the best…but…well…you must have noticed…”
    “Noticed what?”
    “Well…she’s not very…you know… choosy. ”
    “Sorry. I’m still not with you.”
    “You must have seen some of the other guests? I mean, doesn’t Reg Shoe still have lodgings there?”
    “Oh,” said Angua, “you mean the zombie.”
    “And there’s a banshee in the attic.”
    “Mr. Ixolite. Yes.”
    “And there’s old Mrs. Drull.”
    “The ghoul. But she’s retired. She does children’s party catering now.”
    “I mean, doesn’t it strike you the place is a bit odd?”
    “But the rates are reasonable and the beds are clean.”
    “I shouldn’t think anyone ever sleeps in them.”
    “All right! I had to take what I could get! ”
    “Sorry. I know how it is. I was like that myself when I first arrived here. But my advice is to move out as soon as it’s polite and find somewhere…well…more suitable for a young lady, if you know what I mean.”
    “Not really. Mr. Shoe even tried to help me upstairs with my stuff. Mind you, I had to help him upstairs with his arms afterwards. Bits fall off him all the time, poor soul.”
    “But they’re not really…our kind of people,” said Carrot wretchedly. “Don’t get me wrong. I mean…dwarfs? Some of my best friends are dwarfs. My parents are dwarfs. Trolls? No problem at all with trolls. Salt of the earth. Literally. Wonderful chaps under all that crust. But…undead…I just wish they’d go back to where they came from, that’s all.”
    “Most of them came from round here.”
    “I just don’t like ’em. Sorry.”
    “I’ve got to go,” said Angua, coldly. She paused at the dark entrance of an alley.
    “Right. Right,” said Carrot. “Um. When shall I see you again?”
    “Tomorrow. We’re in the same job, yes?”
    “But maybe when we’re off duty we could take a—”
    “Got to go!”
    Angua turned and ran. The moon’s halo was already visible over the rooftops of Unseen University.
    “OK. Well. Right. Tomorrow, then,” Carrot called after her.

    Angua could feel the world spinning as she stumbled through the shadows. She shouldn’t have left it so long!
    She stumbled out into a cross-street with a few people in it and managed to make it to an alley mouth, pawing at her clothes…
    She was seen by Bundo Prung, recently expelled from the Thieves’ Guild for unnecessary enthusiasm and conduct unbecoming in a mugger, and a desperate man. An isolated woman in a dark alley was just about what he felt he could manage.
    He glanced around, and followed her in.
    Silence followed, for about five seconds. Then Bundo emerged, very fast, and didn’t stop running until he reached the docks, where a boat was leaving on the tide. He ran up the gangplank just before it was pulled up, and became a seaman, and died three years later when an armadillo fell on his head in a far-off country, and in all that time never said what he’d seen. But he did scream a bit whenever he saw a dog.
    Angua emerged a few seconds later, and trotted away.

    Lady Sybil Ramkin opened the door and sniffed the night air.
    “Samuel Vimes! You’re drunk!”
    “Not yet! But I hope to be!” said Vimes, in cheerful tones.
    “And you haven’t changed out of your uniform!”
    Vimes looked down, and then up again.
    “That’s right!” he said brightly.
    “The guests will be here any minute. Go on up to your room. There’s a tub drawn and Willikins has laid out a suit for you. Get along with you…”
    “Jolly good!”
    Vimes bathed in lukewarm water and a rosy alcoholic glow. Then he dried himself off as best he could and looked at the suit on the bed.
    It had