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he had stamped it down, but the damn thing kept coming back. And so he cleared his throat and said, âSybil, you did discuss plans for my holiday with Vetinari, didnât you?â
Sybil looked surprised. âWhy yes, dear, of course. After all, he is technically your superior. Only technically, of course. I had a word with him on the subject at some charity do or other. I canât remember which right now as thereâre always so many. But there wasnât any difficulty. He said that it was high time you took a decent rest from your valiant activities!â
Vimes was wise enough not to utter the words that entered his mouth, and instead said, carefully, âEr, so he didnât actually suggest that you came down to the Shires?â
âTo be honest, Sam, it was quite some time ago, but we both have your best interests at heart, as you surely know. We generally discussed the matter and thatâs it, really.â
Vimes left it at that. He would never know for sure. And anyway, the ball had dropped.
L ater, Samuel Vimes, all of him, had a bath in the huge bathroom with his nose only just above the surface and came out feeling exactly the same man as before but at least a lot cleaner. The affidavits were in the strongroom, and when the Ramkins design a strongroom, itâs not a room that youâll get into in a hurry: first you needed a combination, which opened a smaller but nevertheless dangerously efficient safe, simply to remove a key which then had to be inserted in locks hidden in three separate clocks in the Hall and each key triggered a clockwork timing mechanism. Sybil told him that she had fond memories of her grandfather running split-arse, as the old man called it, down the main hall to get the key into the last lock before the clock controlling the first lock had run down and certainly before the guillotines dropped. What we have we keep , Vimes had thought as he tried it out. Well, they definitely meant it. Now, he dressed in clothes that didnât smell of fish. What next?
I t was nice to have a walk with Young Sam again. Dad self-consciously out for a walk with his lad, yes? That was the picture. Regrettably, this picture included a distant prospect of Sergeant Detritus, who was merging with the landscape, a feat that a troll officer can achieve by simply removing his armor and sticking a geranium behind his ear, whereupon he becomes, being of a rocky and stony persuasion, pretty much part of the landscape without even trying. Usually the troll officers wore super-sized versions of the standard-issue armor, because a lot of the power of a copper consists in looking like a copper. * Safety considerations didnât matter; there were plenty of weapons which, if handled with skill, could go through steel armor, but all they would do to a naked troll was make him angry.
Right now Detritus was failing to maintain a low profile. He was a bodyguard, that was the truth of it, and he was also carrying his Peacemaker which could, as it were, do what it said on the box. Some weapons are called a Saturday Night Special; Detritusâs multi-arrow crossbow would last you all week. And somewhere, where Vimes couldnât see him, which meant that nobody else could either, there was Willikins. There was your picture: Dad taking his lad for a walk in the presence of enough firepower to kill a platoon. Sybil had insisted, and that was that. Vimes himself being in danger was one thing, and Sybil had accepted that right from the start, but Young Sam? Never!
As they strolled up Hangmanâs Hill to see the new clacks tower, Vimes told himself that Stratford would not use a bow. A bow was for expediency, but a killerâ¦now a killer would want to be up close, where he could see. Stratford had killed the goblin girl and had gone on killing her long after she was dead. He was a boy who liked his fun. He would want Vimes to know who was killing him. Vimes, Vimes realized, knew killers too well for his own peace of mind.
As they arrived on the hill they were met by a grinning Nobby, who saluted with a variation on the theme of smartness, but with some embarrassment, because he was not alone. A young goblin woman was sitting next to him. Nobby hastily tried to shoo her away and she, apparently with reluctance, retired to a minimum safe distance, still looking adoringly at the corporal.
Despite everything, Vimes tried to suppress the urge to smile, and managed to turn it into a
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