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moocher called Benny No-Nose, who hung about as such men do in the hope of picking up unconsidered trifles and had traded a pair of bootsââI donât know where they came from, and no more do you, okay?ââfor a turkey the very evening before the nightmare began for Ted.
âWell, sir,â Flutter told him. âYou asked me about what happened years ago, see, and what with one thing and another, what might have happened yesterday didnât cross my mind, if you see what I mean? It was all so sudden like. Anyway, yeah, he said theyâd coupled a tender behind a two-oxen riverboat that very afternoon, and it smelled to him like goblins, him living near their cave in Overhang, and you never forget that smell, or so he said to the dockmaster, a man known to one and all as Wobbly No-Name, on account of him often walking funny when the drink is on him, and was told, âYeah, theyâre sending them down while the going is good, and you never saw them, and neither did I, understand?â Someone must think it very important âcos Stratford is on the boat. Someone must have stamped their foot about that because Stratford, well, he donât like boats. Donât like water, come to that. Wonât travel on a boat at all if he can help it.â
Vimes didnât whoop. He didnât even smile, he hopedâyou made sure you didnât if you could help itâbut he gave himself a point for being civil to Flutter. You couldnât get off Feegle free after a charge of accessory to murder, but there were ways and ways of doing time, and if this all worked out as he hoped it would, Flutter might find that time would pass comfortably, and even, perhaps, faster than usual.
He said, âWell, thank you, Ted, Iâll look into it. In the meantime, Iâll leave you in the capable hands of Chief Constable Upshot, to whom a prisoner is as sacred as his dear old mum, trust me.â He pulled out the key to let himself out, and then paused as if an important point had just aimlessly struck him. âA two-oxen boat? Does that go twice as fast?â
And now Flutter was a riverboat expert. âNot really, but you can pull more load, even through the night, see? Now, your one-ox boat has to stop overnight at a cattle landing, so as the beast can have its rations and a jolly good chew and some shut-eye before dawn and thereâs a cost in time and money, right there.â
Prisoner or not, Ted was now a self-styled lecturer to the unfortunately ignorant. âBut with two oxen, well, one can be taking a bit of a rest while the other is keeping the boat moving. I reckon there were three barges behind that one, not too much for one ox downstream at this time of year.â He sniffed. âI wanted to be an ox boat pilot, but of course, the bloody Zoons * had got it sewn up. I did do a season on one, mucking out and feeding, but I prefer turkeys.â
âAnd the name of the boat?â said Vimes carefully.
âOh, everybody knows it! Itâs the biggest on the river. Everybody knows the Wonderful Fanny !â
Internal monologues can play themselves out quite fast, and Vimesâs went: Let me think. Ah yes, almost certainly there was a captain who had a wife who was probably named Francesca at birth, but thatâs too much of a mouthful, and he named his boat after her because he loved her very much. And there you have it. There is no need to dwell on the subject, because there are only so many words, letters and syllables available to the tongue, and if you canât come to terms with that then you might as well never get out of bed. And so, having got his brain sorted out, he released the clamps on his silly-embarrassed-face reflex and said, âThank you for your cooperation, Ted, but if you had told us earlier we might have been able to catch the damn boat!â
Flutter looked at him in astonishment. âCatch the Fanny ? Bless you, sir, a man with one leg could do that! Sheâs a bulk carrier, not a streaker! Even going all night she wonât have got much past Fenderâs Bend by now. There are bends all the way, you see? I reckon you never get more than half a mile without a bend! And itâs full of rocks, too. Seriously, you have to zigzag so much on Old Treachery that youâre often crossing your own wake.â
Vimes nodded at this. âOne last thing, Ted. Remind me againâ¦What exactly does Mr. Stratford look
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