The Fifth Elephant

shall we? They don’t like me much but they know…Gavin did, and right now that is what’s important. Some of them are out looking for my brother.”
    “Would he have survived that? It was a long way down.”
    “Well, it wasn’t fire or silver. There’s nothing but white water for miles. It probably hurt a lot, but we heal amazingly well, sir.”
    “Look, I’m sorry that—”
    “No, Mister Vimes, you’re not. You shouldn’t be. Carrot just didn’t understand what Wolfgang is like. You can’t beat something like him in a fair fight. Look, I know he’s family, but…personal is not the same as important. Carrot always said that.”
    “ Says that,” said Lady Sybil sharply.
    “Yes.”
    Carrot opened his eyes.
    “What…happened back there?” he said.
    “Wolfgang hit you,” said Angua. She wiped his brow.
    “What with?” Carrot tried to push himself upward, winced, and fell back.
    “What have I always told you about the Marquis of Fantailler?” said Vimes.
    “Sorry, sir.”
    Something bright rose from the distant forests. It vanished, and then a green light expanded into existence. A moment later came the pop of the flare.
    “The signalers have got to the tower,” said Vimes.
    “Can’t this damn thing go any faster?” said Angua.
    “I mean, we can contact Ankh-Morpork,” said Vimes. After everything, he felt curiously cheered by this. It was as if a special human howl had gone up. He wasn’t floundering around loose now. He was floundering on the end of a very long line. That made all the difference.

    It was a small public room over a shop in Bonk and, since it belonged to everybody, it looked as though it didn’t belong to anyone. There was dust in the corners, and the chairs that were currently arranged in a ragged circle had been chosen for their ability to be stacked neatly rather than sat on comfortably.
    Lady Margolotta smiled at the assembled vampires. She liked these meetings.
    The rest of the group were a pretty mixed bunch, and she wondered what their motives were. But perhaps they at least shared one conviction—that what you were made as, wasn’t what you had to be or what you might become…
    And the trick was to start small. Suck, but don’t impale. Little steps. And then you found that what you really wanted was power, and there were much politer ways of getting it. And then you realized that power was a bauble. Any thug had power. The true prize was control . Lord Vetinari knew that. When heavy weights were balanced on the scales, the trick was to know where to place your thumb.
    And all control started with the self.
    She stood up. They watched her with slightly worried yet friendly faces.
    “My name, in the short form, is Lady Margolotta Amaya Katerina Assumpta Crassina von Uberwald, and I am a vampire…”
    They chorused: “Hello, Lady Margolotta Amaya Katerina Assumpta Crassina von Uberwald!”
    “It has been five years now,” said Lady Margolotta. “And I am still taking one night at a time. One neck would always be one too many. But…there are compensations…”

    There were no guards on the gate of Bonk, but there was a cluster of dwarfs outside the embassy as the cart slid to a halt. The wolves in the traces jerked nervously and whined at Angua.
    “I’ll have to let them go,” she said, getting out. “They’ve only come this far because they’re frightened of me…”
    Vimes wasn’t surprised. At the moment, anything would be frightened of Angua.
    Even so, a squad of dwarfs was hurrying to the sledge.
    It’d take them a few seconds to get a grip on things, Vimes realized. There were uptown guards here, and an Igor, and a werewolf. They’d be puzzled as well as suspicious. That should give him a tiny crack to lever open. And, ashamed as he was to say it, an arrogant bastard always had the edge.
    He glared at the lead dwarf. “What is your name?” he demanded.
    “You are under—”
    “You know the Scone of Stone was stolen?”
    “You…what?”
    Vimes reached around and pulled a sack out of the sleigh.
    “Bring those torches closer!” he shouted, and because he delivered the command in a tone that said there was no doubt that it’d be obeyed, it was obeyed. I’ve got twenty seconds, he thought, and then the magic goes away.
    “Now look at this,” he said, lifting the thing out of the sack.
    Several dwarfs fell to their knees. The murmuring spread out. Another howl, another rumor…in his current state he could see, in his mind’s