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you make it and Lord Vetinari could make itâ¦anything he wanted. And thus the dreadful killer of kings was miraculously goneânever been there, you must be mistaken, never heard of him, no such personâand replaced with the heroic, if tragically misunderstood, Slayer of Tyrants Stoneface Vimes, the famous ancestor of the highly respected His Grace the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes. History was a wonderful thing, it moved like the sea and Vimes was taken at the flood.
Vimesâs family had lived a generation at a time. There had never been heirlooms, family jewels, embroidered samplers stitched by a long-dead aunt, no interesting old urns found in grannyâs attic which you hoped that the bright young man who knew all about antiques would tell you was worth a thousand dollars so that you could burst with smugness. And there was absolutely no money, only a certain amount of unpaid debt. But here in the playroom, neatly stacked, were generations of toys and games, some of them a little worn from long usage, particularly the rocking horse, which was practically life-size and had a real leather saddle with trappings made from (Vimes discovered to his incredulity by rubbing them with a finger) genuine silver. There was also a fort, big enough for a kid to stand in and defend, and a variety of child-sized siege weapons to assault it, possibly with the help of boxes and boxes of lead soldiers, all painted in the correct regimental colors and in fine detail. For two pins Vimes would have got down on hands and knees and played with them there and then. There were model yachts, and a teddy bear so big that for one horrible moment Vimes wondered whether it was a real one, stuffed; there were catapults and boomerangs and glidersâ¦and in the middle of all this, Young Sam stood paralysed, almost in tears with the knowledge that no matter how hard he tried he just couldnât play with everything all at once. It was a far cry from the Vimes childhood, and playing poo sticks with real poo.
While the apple of their eyes tentatively straddled the rocking horse, which had frighteningly big teeth, Vimes told his wife about the objectionable spinning housemaids. She simply shrugged, and said, âItâs what they do, dear. Itâs what theyâre used to.â
âHow can you say that? Itâs so demeaning!â
Lady Sybil had developed a totally calm and understanding tone of voice when dealing with her husband. âThatâs because, technically speaking, they are demeaned. They spend a lot of time serving people who are a lot more important than they are. And you are right at the top of the list, dear.â
âBut I donât think Iâm more important than them!â Vimes snapped.
âI think I know what youâre saying, and it does you credit, it really does,â said Sybil, âbut what you actually said was nonsense. You are a Duke, a Commander of the City Watch and,â she paused.
âA Blackboard Monitor,â said Vimes automatically.
âYes, Sam, the highest honor that the King of the Dwarfs can bestow.â Sybilâs eyes glittered. âBlackboard Monitor Vimes; one who can erase the writings, somebody who can rub out what is there. Thatâs you, Sam and if you were killed the chanceries of the world would be in uproar and, Sam, regrettably they would not be perturbed at the death of a housemaid. She held up a hand because heâd opened his mouth and added, âI know you would be, Sam, but wonderful girls though Iâm sure they are, I fear that if they were to die a family and, perhaps, a young man would be inconsolable, and the rest of the world would never know. And you, Sam, know that this is true. However, if you were ever murdered, dread the thought and indeed I do every time you go out on duty, not only Ankh-Morpork but the world would hear about it instantly. Wars might start and I suspect that Vetinariâs position might become a little dangerous. You are more important than girls in service. You are more important than anybody else in the Watch. You are mistaking value for worth, I think.â She gave his worried face a brief kiss. âWhatever you think you once were, Sam Vimes, youâve risen, and you deserved to rise. You know the cream rises to the top!â
âSo does the scum,â said Vimes automatically, although he immediately regretted it.
âHow dare you say that, Sam Vimes! You
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