Night Watch

general milling about.
    “I’ve got just the spot—” Leggie began, and then stopped. He pointed angrily toward the entrance. “You know what I said about him coming up here!”
    They turned. Corporal Reg Shoe, a whole bouquet of lilac tied to his helmet, was walking solemnly up the gravel path. He had a long-handled shovel over his shoulder.
    “It’s only Reg,” said Fred. “He’s got a right to be here, Leggie. You know that.”
    “He’s a dead man! I’m not havin’ a dead man in my cemetery!”
    “It’s full of ’em, Leggie,” said Dibbler, trying to calm the man down.
    “Yeah, but the rest of ’em don’t walk in and out!”
    “Come on, Leggie, you act like this every year,” said Fred Colon. “He can’t help the way he was killed. Just because you’re a zombie doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. He’s a useful lad, Reg. Plus it’d be a lot neater up here if everyone looked after their plots like he does. Morning, Reg.”
    Reg Shoe, gray-faced but smiling, nodded at the four of them and strolled on.
    “And bringing his own shovel, too,” muttered Leggie. “It’s disgustin’!”
    “I’ve always thought it was rather, you know, nice of him to do what he does,” said Fred. “You let him alone, Leggie. If you start throwing stones at him like you did the year before last, Commander Vimes’ll get to hear about it and there’ll be trouble. Be told. You’re a good man with a, a—”
    “—cadaver,” said Nobby.
    “—but…well, Leggie, you weren’t there,” said Colon. “That’s the start and finish of it. Reg was. That’s all there is to it, Leggie. If you weren’t there, you don’t understand. Now you just run along and count the skulls again, I know you like that. Cheerio, Leggie.”
    Legitimate First watched them go as they walked away. Sergeant Colon felt he was being measured up.
    “I’ve always wondered about his name,” said Nobby, turning and waving. “I mean…Legitimate?”
    “Can’t blame a mother for being proud, Nobby,” said Colon.

    “What else should I know today?” said Vimes, as he and Carrot shouldered their way through the streets.
    “We’ve had a letter from the Black Ribboners, * sir, suggesting that it would be a great step forward for species’ harmony in the city if you’d see your way clear to—”
    “They want a vampire in the Watch?”
    “Yes, sir. I believe many members of the Watch Committee think that despite your stated reservations it would be a good—”
    “Does it look to you as if my body is dead?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Then the answer’s no. What else?”
    Carrot riffled through a stuffed clipboard as he half-ran to keep up.
    “ The Times says Borogravia has invaded Mouldavia,” he announced.
    “Is that good? I can’t remember where it is.”
    “Both formerly part of the Dark Empire, sir. Right next door to Uberwald.”
    “Whose side are we on?”
    “ The Times said we should be supporting little Mouldavia against the aggressor, sir.”
    “I like Borogravia already,” snapped Vimes. The Times had printed a particularly unflattering, in his opinion, cartoon of him the previous week, and to make matters worse, Sybil had requested the original and had it framed. “And what does this all mean to us?”
    “Probably more refugees, sir.”
    “Ye gods, we’ve got no more room! Why do they keep coming here?”
    “In search of a better life, sir, I think.”
    “A better life?” said Vimes. “Here?”
    “I think things are worse where they come from, sir,” said Carrot.
    “What kind of refugees are we talking about here?”
    “Mostly human, sir.”
    “Do you mean that most of them will be human, or that each individual will be mostly human?” said Vimes. After a while in Ankh-Morpork, you learned to phrase that kind of question.
    “Er, apart from humans the only species I’d heard of there in any numbers are the kvetch, sir. They live in the deep woods and are covered in hair.”
    “Really? Well, we’ll probably find out more about them when we’re asked to employ one in the Watch,” said Vimes sourly. “What else?”
    “Rather hopeful news, sir,” said Carrot, smiling. “You know the Hooms? The street gang?”
    “What about them?”
    “They initiated their first troll member.”
    “What? I thought they went around beating up trolls! I thought that was the whole point! ”
    “Well, apparently young Calcite likes beating up trolls, too.”
    “And that’s good?”
    “In a way, sir, I