Behind his planking, Vimes shut his eyes. Oh gods, he
thought.
He called down: ‘Yes? Can we help you?’
‘Who are you?’
‘Sergeant Keel, Night Watch. And you?’
‘Sublieutenant Harrap. Er… we ask for a brief truce.’
‘Why?’
‘Er… so that we can recover our wounded.’
The rules of war, Vimes thought. The field of honour. Good grief…
‘And then?’ he said.
‘Sorry?’
‘What happens after that? We start fighting again?’
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‘Um… hasn’t anyone told you?’ said the sublieutenant.
‘Told us what?’
‘We’ve just heard. Lord Winder is dead. Um. Lord Snapcase is Patrician.’
A cheer began among the nearby defenders, and was taken up below. Vimes felt the relief rise. But he wouldn’t be Vimes if he just let things lie.
He called out: ‘So would you like to change ends?’
‘Er… sorry?’
‘I mean, would your chaps like to have a go at defending the barricade and we can try attacking it?’
Vimes heard laughter from the defenders.
There was a pause. Then the young man said: ‘Um… why?’
‘Because, correct me if I am wrong, we are now the loyal supporters of the official government and you are the rebellious rump of a discredited administration. Am I right?’
‘Um… I think we did have, um, legitimate orders-‘
‘Heard of a man called Captain Swing?’
‘Um… yes…’
‘He thought he had legitimate orders, too,’ said Vimes.
‘Um… yes?’
‘Boy, was he surprised. All right, all right. A truce. We agree.
Would you like my lads to give you a hand? We’ve got a doctor here. Very good. I’ve yet to hear screaming.’
‘Um… thank you, sir.’ The young man saluted. Vimes saluted back.
Then he relaxed, and turned to the defenders. ‘Okay, lads,’ he said. ‘Stand down. Steal ’em if you haven’t got ’em.’
He shinned down the ladder. Well, then, that was it. It was over. Ring out bells, dance in streets…
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‘Sarge, did you mean that about helping them others with their wounded?’ said Sam, who was standing at the bottom of the ladder.
‘Well, it makes as much sense as anything else that’s been happening,’ said Vimes. ‘They’re city lads just like us, not their fault they were given the wrong orders.’ And it messes with their heads, he thought, makes ’em wonder why all this is happening…
‘Only… Nancyball’s dead, sarge.’
Vimes took a deep breath. He’d known it anyway, up there on the wobbling ramparts, but hearing it said aloud was still a shock.
‘I daresay there’s a few of theirs who won’t make it through to morning,’ he said.
‘Yes, but they were the enemy, sarge.’
‘It’s always worth thinking about who your enemy really is,’
said Vimes, tugging at the barricade.
‘How about the man who’s trying to stick a sword into you?’
said Sam.
‘That’s a good start,’ said Vimes. ‘But there are times when it pays to be a little less tightly focused.’
In the Oblong Office, Snapcase put his hands together and tapped his front teeth with his forefingers. Quite a lot of paperwork was spread in front of him.
‘What to do, what to do,’ he said thoughtfully.
‘A general amnesty is usual, my lord,’ said Mr Slant. Mr Slant, as Head of the Guild of Lawyers, had advised many leaders of the city. He was also a zombie, although this had if anything benefited his career. He was precedent. He knew how things should go.
‘Yes, yes, of course,’ said Snapcase. ‘A clean start. Of course.
No doubt there is a traditional form of words?’
In fact, my lord, I happen to have a copy right here-‘
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‘Yes, yes. Tell me about this barricade, though, will you? The one that was still standing?’ He looked up at the crowd assembled in the office.
‘You know about that, sir?’ said Follett.
‘I do have my own informants, you know,’ said Snapcase. ‘It has caused rather a stir, has it not? Some fellow put together a rather smart defence force, cut us off from the vital organs of the city, broke up Captain Swing’s organization and has withstood the best attacks that could be made against him. And he is a sergeant, I hear.’
‘May I suggest that a promotion is in order?’ said Madam.
‘I was thinking exactly the same thing,’ said Snapcase, his little eyes gleaming. ‘And then there is the question of his men.
Loyal, are they?’
‘Apparently, sir,’ said Madam. She exchanged a puzzled
glance with Dr Follett.
Snapcase sighed. ‘On the other hand, a soldier can hardly be punished for loyalty to a senior officer, especially in these difficult times. There is no reason to take formal action against them.’
Eyes met again. They all felt it, the sense of the world slipping.
‘But not Keel, however,’ said Snapcase, standing up and removing a snuffbox from his waistcoat pocket. ‘Think about it, I pray you. What ruler could tolerate the existence of such a man? He did all that in just a few days? I dread to think what he might take it into his head to do tomorrow. These are delicate times. Are we to be hostage to every whim of a mere sergeant?
We do not need someone like Keel doing things his way.
Besides, you know, the Particulars could have been useful to us.
Suitably reeducated, obviously.’
‘I thought you said you wanted to promote him?’ said Dr
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Follett bluntly.
Lord Snapcase took a pinch of snuff, and blinked once or twice. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Promote him, as they say, to glory.’
The crowd in the room were silent. One or two of its members were horrified. Some were impressed. You didn’t stay at the top in Ankh-Morpork without developing a certain pragmatic
approach to life, and Snapcase seemed to have got a grip on that with commendable speed.
‘The barricade is coming down?’ said the Patrician, shutting the snuffbox with a click.
‘Yes, my lord,’ said Dr Follett. ‘Because of the general amnesty,’ he added, just to make sure the word was repeated.
The Guild of Assassins had a code of honour as well as rules; it was an odd code, carefully constructed to fit their needs, but it was a code none the less. You didn’t kill the unprotected, or servants, you did it up close, and you kept your word. This was appalling.
‘Capital,’ said Snapcase. ‘Ideal time. Streets full. Much confusion. Unreconstructed elements, vital message not passed on, left hand not knowing what right hand doing, difficulties of the situation, regrettable. No, my dear doctor, I do not intend to make any demands of your guild. Fortunately, there are those whose loyalty to the city is a little less… conditional. Yes. And now, please, there is much to be done. I shall look forward to meeting you again later.’
The crowd were ushered politely but firmly out of the room, and the doors shut behind them.
‘It seems we’re back at school,’ muttered Dr Follett, as they were swept along the corridor.
‘Ave! Duci novo, similis duci seneci,’ murmured Mr Slant, drily as only a zombie can manage. ‘Or, as we used to say at school, “Ave! Bossa nova, similis bossa seneca!”‘ He gave a little schoolmasterly laugh. He felt at home with dead languages.
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‘Of course, grammatically that is completely-‘
‘And that means…?’ said Madam.
‘Here comes the new boss, same as the old boss,’ muttered Dr Follett.
‘I counsel patience,’ said Slant. ‘He’s new in the job. He may settle into it. The city is good at working around problems. Give him time.’
‘And we want someone who is decisive,’ said someone in the hurrying crowd.
‘We wanted someone who decides the right things,’ said
Madam. She elbowed her way to the front of the crowd, hurried down the main staircase and darted into an anteroom.
Miss Palm stood up as she came in. ‘Have they-‘ she began.
‘Where’s Havelock?’ Madam demanded.
‘Here,’ said Vetinari, detaching himself from a shadow by the curtains.
‘Take my coach. Find Keel. Warn him. Snapcase wants him dead!’
‘But where is-‘
Madam pointed a threatening, trembling finger. ‘Do it now or receive an aunt’s curse!’
When the doors were shut Lord Snapcase stared at them for some moments, and then pressed the bell for his chief secretary.
The man insinuated himself into the room via the private door.
‘Everyone is settling in?’ said Snapcase.
‘Yes, my lord. There are a number of matters for your
attention.’
‘I am sure people would like to believe there are,’ said Snapcase, leaning back in the chair. He shifted his weight from side to side. ‘Does this thing swivel?’
‘I believe not, sir, but I shall have a skilled swiveller here
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within the hour.’
‘Good. Now, what was the other thing… oh, yes. Tell me, are there any up and coming men in the Guild of Assassins?’
‘I am sure there are, my lord. Would you like me to prepare dossiers on, say, three of them?’
‘Do it.’