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hundreds of goblins, Gastric.â
âPay them no mind, sir. Goblins is just goblins.â
For a moment Vimes stared into the darkness, and the darkness within the darkness, and it said to him, âYouâre having fun, arenât you, commander! This is Sam Vimes being Sam Vimes in the dark and the rain and the danger and because youâre a copper youâre not going to believe that Stratford is dead until you see the corpse. You know it. Some people take a devil of a lot of killing. You know you saw him go out of the cabin, but thereâs all kinds of ropes and handholds on the boat, and the bugger was wiry and limber, and you know, just as day follows night, that heâll be back. Double jeopardy, Commander Vimes, all the pieces on the board, goblins to save, a murderer to catchâand all the time, when you remember, there is a wife and a little boy waiting for you to come back.â
âI always remember!â
âOf course you do, Commander Vimes,â the voice continued, âof course you do. But I know you, and sometimes a shadow passes every sun. Nevertheless, the darkness will always be yours, my tenacious friend.â
And then reality either came back or went away and Vimes was saying, âWe bring the goblins aboard, Gastric, because theyâ¦Yes, they are evidence in an important police investigation!â
There was a further surge, and this time Vimes landed up on the deck, which was a little bit softer now because of the ragged carpet of leaves and branches. As he got up Mr. Sillitoe said, âPolice investigation, you say? Well, the Fanny has always been a friend of the law but, well, sir, they stink like the pits of hell, and thatâs the truth of it! Theyâll frighten the oxen something terrible!â
âDo you think they arenât frightened already?â said Vimes. âEr, small logjam ahead on the right. All clear on the left.â Vimes sniffed. âTrust me, sir, by the smell of it theyâre pretty nervous as it is. Canât you just stop and tie us up to the bank?â
Sillitoeâs laugh was brittle. âSir, there are no banks now, none that Iâd try to get to. I know this river and itâs angry and thereâs a damn slam coming. Canât stop it any more than I could stop the storm. You signed up for the long haul, commander: either we race the river or we fold our hands, pray to the gods and die right now.â He saluted. âNevertheless, I can see youâre a man, sir, who does what he sees needs doing, and, by hokey, I canât argue with that! Youâve done a manâs job as it is, Commander Vimes, and may the gods go with you. May they go with all of us.â
Vimes ran down the steps and grabbed Feeney in passing as he danced over the heaving floor to the cowshed. âCome on, lad, itâs time to ditch the barges. Thereâs too much of a drag. Mr. Ten Gallons? Letâs get those doors open, shall we? Mr. Sillitoe has put me in charge down here. If you want to argue, feel free!â
The huge man didnât even attempt an argument, and punched the doors open.
Vimes swore. Mr. Sillitoe had been right. There was roaring not far behind them and a river of lightning and blue fire was sweeping down the valley like a tide. For a moment he was hypnotized, and then got a grip. âOkay, Feeney, you start getting the goblins on board and Iâll fetch our chicken farmer! The bloody iron ore can sink for all I care.â
In the glaring light of the damn slam Vimes jumped twice to land on the barge from which was already coming the squawking of terrified birds. Water poured off him as he dragged open the hatch and shouted, âMr. False! No, donât start grabbing the chickens! Better off farmer with no chickens than a load of chickens with no farmer! Anyway, theyâll probably float, or fly, or something!â
He coaxed the frightened man on to the next barge to find that it was still full of bewildered goblins. Feeney was looking out from the open door at the rear of the Fanny , and above the roar and hissing Vimes heard him shout, âItâs Mr. Ten Gallons, sir! He says no goblins!â
Vimes glanced behind them, and then turned back to Feeney. âVery well, Mr. Feeney, keep an eye on the goblinsâ barge while I discuss matters with Mr. Ten Gallons, understand?â
He flung Mr. False on to the deck of the Fanny and looked around for Ten Gallons.
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