Part 58 (2/2)
”I bow to your knowledge of the female psyche,” said Vetinari. ”I saw her face just now. No doubt when she next takes tea with her friends, who I believe include the d.u.c.h.ess of Quirm and Lady Selachii, she will be entirely unmoved and not faintly smug in any way.”
Vimes hesitated. Sybil was an amazingly levelheaded woman, of course, and this sort of thing...She'd left it entirely up to him, hadn't she?...This sort of thing wouldn't...Well, of course course she wouldn't, she...Of course she would, wouldn't she? She wouldn't sw.a.n.k, she'd just be very comfortable knowing that they knew that she knew that they knew... she wouldn't, she...Of course she would, wouldn't she? She wouldn't sw.a.n.k, she'd just be very comfortable knowing that they knew that she knew that they knew...
”All right,” he said, ”but, look, I thought only a king could make someone a duke. It's not like all these knights and barons, that's just, well, political, but something like a duke needs a-”
He looked at Vetinari. And then at Carrot. Vetinari had said that he'd been reminded reminded...
”I'm sure, if ever there is is a king in Ankh-Morpork again, he will choose to ratify my decision,” said Vetinari smoothly. ”And if there never is a king, well, I see no practical problems.” a king in Ankh-Morpork again, he will choose to ratify my decision,” said Vetinari smoothly. ”And if there never is a king, well, I see no practical problems.”
”I'm bought and sold, aren't I?” said Vimes, shaking his head. ”Bought and sold.”
”Not at all,” said Vetinari.
”Yes, I am. We all are. Even Rust. And all those poor b.u.g.g.e.rs who went off to get slaughtered. We're not part of the big picture, right? We're just bought and sold.”
Vetinari was suddenly in front of Vimes, his chair hitting the floor behind his desk.
”Really? Men marched away, Vimes. And men marched back. How glorious the battles would have been that they never had to fight!” He hesitated, and then shrugged. ”And you say bought and sold? All right. But not, I think, needlessly spent.” The Patrician flashed one of those sharp, fleeting little smiles to say that something that wasn't very funny had nevertheless amused him. ”Veni, vici...Vetinari.”
Seaweed floated away on aimless currents. Apart from the driftwood, there was nothing to show that Leshp had ever been.
Seabirds wheeled. But their cries were more or less drowned out by the argument going on just above sea level.
”It is entirely our wood, you nodding acquaintance of a dog!”
”Oh? Really? On your side of the island, is it? I don't think think so!” so!”
”It floated up!”
”How do you know we didn't have some driftwood on our side of the island? Anyway, we've we've still got a barrel of fresh water, camel breath!” still got a barrel of fresh water, camel breath!”
”All right! We'll share! You can have half the raft!”
”Aha! Aha! Want to negotiate, eh, now we've got you over a barrel?”
”Can we just say yes, Dad? I'm fed up with treading water!”
”And you'll have to do your share of the paddling.”
”Of course.”
The birds glided and turned, white scribbles against the clear blue sky.
”To Ankh-Morpork!”
”To Klatch!”
Down below, as the sunken mountain of Leshp settled further onto the sea bed, the Curious Squid jetted back along its curious streets. They had no idea why, at enormous intervals, their city disappeared up into the sky, but it never went away for very long. It was just one of those things. Things happened, or sometimes they didn't. The Curious Squid just a.s.sumed that it all worked out, sooner or later.
A shark swam by. If anyone had risked placing an ear to its side, they would have heard: ”Bingeley-bingeley beep! Three pee em...Eat, Hunger, Swim. Things To Do Today: Swim, Hunger, Eat. Three oh five pee em: Feeding Frenzy...”
It wasn't the most interesting of schedules, but it was was very easy to organize. very easy to organize.
Unusually, Sergeant Colon had put himself on the patrol roster. It was good to get out in the cool air. And also, for some reason, the news had got around that the Watch were somehow bound up with what seemed, in some indefinable way, to have been a victory, which meant that a Watch uniform was probably good for the odd free pint at the back door of the occasional pub.
He patrolled with Corporal n.o.bbs. They walked with the confident tread of men who had been places and seen things.
With a true copper's instinct, the tread took them past Mundane Meals. Mr. Goriff was cleaning the windows. He stopped when he saw them and darted inside.
”Call that grat.i.tude?” sniffed Colon.
The man reappeared carrying two large packages.
”My wife made this specially for you,” he said. He added, ”She said she knew you'd be along.”
Colon pulled aside the waxed paper.
”My word,” he said.
”Special Ankh-Morpork Ankh-Morpork curry,” said Mr. Goriff. ”Containing yellow curry powder, big lumps of swede, green peas and soggy sultanas the-” curry,” said Mr. Goriff. ”Containing yellow curry powder, big lumps of swede, green peas and soggy sultanas the-”
”-size of eggs!” said n.o.bby.
”Thank you very much,” said Colon. ”How's your lad, then, Mr. Goriff?”
”He says you have set him an example and now he will be a watchman when he grows up.”
”Ah, right,” said Colon happily. ”That'll please Mr. Vimes. You just tell him-”
”In Al-Khali,” said Goriff. ”He is staying with my brother.”
”Oh. Well...fair enough, then. Er...thanks for the curry, anyway.”
”What sort of example do you think he meant?” said n.o.bby, as they strolled away.
”The good sort, obviously,” said Colon, through a mouthful of mildly spiced swede.
”Yeah, right.”
Chewing slowly and walking even slower, they headed toward the docks.
”I was gonna write Bana a letter,” said n.o.bby, after a while.
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