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woods, which are, by all accounts, knee-deep in poo of all sorts. Heâll be in poo heaven! Oh, and he also told me that he wants to go and see the smelly skull man again. Iâll tell you what, I reckon with a mind like his, heâll be Archchancellor of Unseen University by the time heâs sixty!â
Willikins must have seen the grimace on Vimesâs face, because he went on, âWhy so surprised sir? He might want to be an alchemist, right? Donât say youâd want him to be a copper: you wouldnât, would you? At least when youâre a wizard people donât try to kick you in the fork, right? Of course you do have to go up against dreadful creatures from hellish dimensions, but they donât carry knives, and you get training. Worth thinking about, commander, âcos heâs growing like a weed and you should be putting him on the right track through life. And now, if youâll excuse me, commander, Iâm off to annoy the servants.â
Willikins took a few steps then stopped, looked at Vimes and said, âLook at it like this, sir, if you take some time off, the guilty will be no less guilty, and the dead wonât get any less dead, and her ladyship will not try to behead you with a coat hanger.â
T he guests at Lady Sybilâs tea party were leaving when Vimes got back to the Hall. He scraped the countryside off his boots and headed to the Hallâs master bathroom.
Of course, there were plenty of bathrooms around the placeâprobably more than there were in a street in most of the city, where a tin bath, a jug and basin, or nothing at all were the ablutions of choice or necessityâ¦but this bathroom had been built to a design by Mad Jack Ramkin and resembled the famous bathroom at Unseen University, although, had Mad Jack designed that one, it would have been called the Obscene University, since Mad Jack had a healthy (or possibly unhealthy) liking for the ladies, and in his bathroom it showed, oh dear, it showed. Of course, the white marble lovelies were dignified with urns, bunches of marble grapes, and the ever-popular length of gauze which had, happily, landed in just the right place to stop art becoming pornography. It was also, in all probability, the only bath that had taps marked hot , cold , brandy .
And then there were the frescoes, such that if you were a man easily persuaded then it was a good job there was a cold tap, because not to put too fine a point on it, as it were, there were a large number of fine points all over them, yes indeed, and the ladies were only the start of the problem. There were marble gentlemen, as well, definitely gentlemen, even the ones with goatâs feet. It was surprising that the water in the bath didnât boil of its own accord. He had asked Sybil about it, and she said that it was an important feature of the Hall, and gentlemen collectors of antiquities would often visit in order to inspect it. Vimes had said that he expected that they did, oh yes indeed. Sybil had said that there was no need for that tone of voice, because she had occasionally taken a bath there from the time she had been twelve and had seen no harm in it. It had, she said, stopped her from being surprised later on.
And now Vimes lay in the luxurious tub, feeling as if he was trying to fit all the bits of his brain together. He was only vaguely aware of the bathroom door opening, and of hearing Sybil say, âIâve put Young Sam to bed, and heâs sleeping soundly, although I canât imagine what he might be dreaming about.â
Then Vimes floated again in the warm steamy atmosphere and was only just aware of the swish of cloth hitting the floor. Lady Sybil slid in beside him. The water rose, and so, in accordance with the physics of this business, did the spirits of Sam Vimes.
A few hours later, almost drowning in the pillows on the huge bed and floating just above unconsciousness in a warm pink glow, Sam Vimes was certain that he heard his own voice whispering to him. And it said, âThink of the things that donât fit. Wonder why the nice lady of the nobby classes wanders down into a goblin cave as if itâs a natural thing to do.â He replied, âWell, Sybil spends half her time at home covered in heavy protective gear and a flameproof helmet because she likes dragons. Itâs the sort of thing that nobby ladies tend to do.â
He considered what he had to say, and responded to himself,
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