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that, madam?â
Miss Beedle laughed. It was a very enjoyable laugh. âWell, commander, it would seem that your son combines your analytical thinking with the inherited Ramkin talent for experimentation. You must be very proud? I certainly hope you are.â
âYou can bet on that, madam.â The child standing in Miss Beedleâs shadow was smiling too, the first smile heâd seen on a goblin. But before he could say anything, Miss Beedle directed a disapproving look at Feeney and went on, âI only wish I could find you in better company, commander. I wonder if you know where my friend Jethro is, officer?â
Even in the lamplight, Feeney looked furious, but if you read people, and Vimes was a ferocious reader, it was clear the fury was spiced with shame and dread. Then Vimes looked down at the little bench, where there were a few tools and some more brightly covered books. It was the streets that had taught Vimes that there were times when you would find it best to let a nervous person get really nervous, and so he picked up a book as if the previous dreadful exchange had not taken place, and said, âOh, hereâs Whereâs My Cow? ! Young Sam loves it. Are you teaching it to the goblins, Miss?â
With her eyes still on the agitated Feeney, Miss Beedle said, âYes, for what itâs worth. Itâs hard work. Incidentally, technically Iâm Mrs. Beedle. My husband was killed in the Klatchian war. I went back to âMissâ because, well, itâs more authory, and besides, it wasnât as though Iâd had much time to get accustomed to âMrs.â â
âIâm sorry about that, madam, Had I known Iâd have been a lot less flippant,â said Vimes.
Miss Beedle gave him a wan smile. âDonât worry, flippant sometimes does the trick.â Beside the teacher the little goblin said, âFlip-ant? The ant is turned over?â
âTears of the Mushroom is my star pupil. Youâre wonderful, arenât you, Tears of the Mushroom?â
âWonderful is good,â said the goblin girl, as though tasting every word. âGentle is good, the mushroom is good. Tears are soft. I am Tears of the Mushroom, this much is now said.â
It was a strange little speech: the girl spoke as if she were pulling words out of a rack and then tidily putting them back in their places as soon as they had been said. It sounded very solemn and it came from an odd, flat, pale face. In a way, Tears of the Mushroom looked handsome, if not exactly pretty, in what looked like a wraparound apron, and Vimes wondered how old she was. Thirteen? Fourteen, maybe? And he wondered if they would all look as smart as this if they got their hands on some decent clothing and did something about their godawful hair. The girlâs hair was long and braided and pure white. Amazingly, in this place, she looked like a piece of fragile porcelain.
Not knowing what to say, he said it anyway: âPleased to meet you, Tears of the Mushroom.â Vimes held out his hand. The goblin girl looked at it, then looked at him, and then turned to Miss Beedle, who said, âThey donât shake hands, commander. For people who seem so simple theyâre astoundingly complicated.â
She turned to Vimes. âIt would seem, commander, that providence has brought you here in time to solve the murder of the goblin girl, who was an excellent pupil. I came up here as soon as I heard, but the goblins are used to undeserved and casual death. Iâll walk with you to the entrance, and then Iâve got a class to teach.â
Vimes tugged at Feeney to make him keep up as they followed Miss Beedle and her charge toward the surface and blessed fresh air. He wondered what had become of the corpse. What did they do with their dead? Bury them, eat them, throw them on the midden? Or was he just not thinking right, a thought which itself had been knocking at his brain for some time. Without thinking, he said, âWhat else do you teach them, Miss Beedle? To be better citizens?â
The slap caught him on the chin, probably because even in her anger Miss Beedle realized that he still had his steel helmet on. It was a corker, nonetheless, and out of the corner of his stinging gaze he saw Feeney take a step back. At least the boy had some sense.
âYou are the godsâ own fool, Commander Vimes! No, Iâm not teaching them to be fake humans, Iâm teaching them
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