Snuff
off?â
Sergeant Littlebottom looked concerned. âIâm sorry,
sir, I think thereâs no appeal. Officially Captain Carrot will relieve you of
your badge at noon.â
Vimes thumped his desk and exploded. âI donât
deserve this treatment after a lifetime of dedication to the city!â
âCommander, if I may say so, you deserve a lot
more.â
Vimes leaned back in his chair and groaned. âYou
too, Cheery?â
âI really am very sorry, sir. I know this is hard
for you.â
âTo be forced out after all this time! I begged, you
know, and that doesnât come easy to a man like me, you can be sure.
Begged!â
There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs. Cheery
watched as Vimes pulled a brown envelope out of his desk drawer, inserted
something into it, licked it ferociously, sealed it with a spit and dropped it
on his desk, where it clanged. âThere,â he said, through gritted teeth. âMy
badge, just like Vetinari ordered. I put it down. It wonât be said they took it
off me!â
Captain Carrot stepped into the office, ducking
briefly as he came through the door. He had a package in his hand and several
grinning coppers were clustered behind him.
âSorry about this, sir, higher authority and all
that. If itâs any help I think youâve been lucky to be let off with two weeks.
She was originally talking about a month.â
He handed Vimes the package and coughed. âMe and the
lads had a bit of a whip-round, commander,â he said with a forced
grin.
âYou know, I prefer something sensible like Chief
Constable,â said Vimes, grabbing the package. âDo you know, I reckoned that if I
let them give me enough titles Iâd eventually get one I could live
with.â
Vimes tore open the package and pulled out a very
small and colorful bucket and spade, to the general amusement of the
surreptitious onlookers.
âWe know youâre not going to the seaside, sir,â
Carrot began, âbutâ¦â
âI wish it was the seaside,â Vimes complained. âYou
get shipwrecks at the seaside, you get smugglers at the seaside and you get
drownings and crime at the flaming seaside! Something interesting!â
âLady Sybil says youâre bound to find lots to amuse
yourself with, sir,â said Carrot.
Vimes grunted. âThe countryside! Whatâs to amuse you
in the countryside? Do you know why itâs called the countryside, Carrot? Because
thereâs bloody nothing there except damn trees, which weâre supposed to make a
fuss about, but really theyâre just stiff weeds! Itâs dull! Itâs nothing but a
long Sunday! And Iâm going to have to meet nobby people!â
âSir, youâll enjoy it. Iâve never known you to take
even a day off unless you were injured,â said Carrot.
âAnd even then he worried and grumbled every
moment,â said a voice at the doorway. It belonged to Lady Sybil Vimes, and Vimes
found himself resenting the way his men deferred to her. He loved Lady Sybil to
distraction, of course, but he couldnât help noticing how, these days, his
bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich had become, not as it had been traditionally,
a bacon , tomato and lettuce and had in fact
become a lettuce , tomato and bacon sandwich. It was all about health, of course. It was a
conspiracy. Why did they never find a vegetable that was bad for you, hey? And
what was so wrong with onion gravy anyway? It had onions in it, didnât it? They
made you fart, didnât they? That was good for you, wasnât it? He was sure he had
read that somewhere.
Two weeks holiday with every meal overseen by his wife. It didnât bear
thinking about, but he did anyway. And then there was Young Sam, growing up like
a weed and into everything. A holiday in the fresh air would do him good, his
mother said. Vimes hadnât argued. There was no point in arguing with Sybil,
because even if you thought that youâd won, it would turn out, by some magic
unavailable to husbands, that you had, in fact, been totally
misinformed.
At least he was allowed to leave the city wearing
his armor. It was part of him, and just as battered as he was, except that, in
the case of the armor the dents could be hammered out.
V imes, with his son on his knee, stared out at the
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