“And doesn’t explode?”
“Not that we’ve noticed. I mean, I’m sure if he did, we’d spot it.”
“He just eats indiscriminately?”
“Hard to be sure. He sniffs everything, and eats most things. Two gallons of lamp oil, for example. Anyway, I can’t leave him down there. We can’t look after him properly. It’s not as if we need to find out where the dragon is now,” he added bitterly.
“I think you’re being a bit silly about all this,” she said, leading the way back to the house.
“Silly? I was sacked in front of all those people!”
“Yes, but it was all a misunderstanding, I’m sure.”
“I didn’t misunderstand it!”
“Well, I think you’re just upset because you’re impotent.”
Vimes’s eyes bulged. “Whee?” he said.
“Against the dragon,” Lady Ramkin went on, quite unconcerned. “You can’t do anything about it.”
“I reckon this damn city and the dragon just about deserve one another,” said Vimes.
“People are frightened. You can’t expect much of people when they’re so frightened.” She touched him gingerly on his arm. It was like watching an industrial robot being expertly manipulated to grasp an egg gently.
“Not everyone’s as brave as you,” she added, timidly.
“Me?”
“The other week. When you stopped them killing my dragons.”
“Oh, that. That’s not bravery. Anyway, that was just people. People are easier. I’ll tell you one thing for nothing, I’m not looking up that dragon’s nose again. I wake up at days thinking about that.”
“Oh.” She seemed deflated. “Well, if you’re sure . . . I’ve got a lot of friends, you know. If you need any help, you’ve only got to say. The Duke of Sto Helit is looking for a guard captain, I’m sure. I’ll write you a letter. You’ll like them, they’re a very nice young couple.”
“I’m not sure what I shall do next,” said Vimes, more gruffly than he intended. “I’m considering one or two offers.”
“Well, of course. I’m sure you know best.”
Vimes nodded.
Lady Ramkin twisted her handkerchief round and round in her hands.
“Well, then,” she said.
“Well,” said Vimes.
“I, er, expect you’ll be wanting to be off, then.”
“Yes, I expect I had better be going.”
There was a pause. Then they both spoke at once.
“It’s been very-”
“I’d just like to say-”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you were speaking.”
“No, sorry, you were saying?”
“Oh.” Vimes hesitated. “I’ll be off, then.”
“Oh. Yes.” Lady Ramkin gave him a washed-out smile. “Can’t keep all these offers waiting, can you,” she said.
She thrust out a hand. Vimes shook it carefully.
“So I’ll just be going, then,” he said.
“Do call again,” said Lady Ramkin, more coldly, “if you are ever in this area. And so on. I’m sure Errol would like to see you.”
“Yes. Well. Goodbye, then.”
“Goodbye, Captain Vimes.”
He stumbled out of the door and walked hurriedly down the dark, overgrown path. He could feel her gaze on the back of his neck as he did so or, at least, he told himself that he could. She’d be standing in the doorway, nearly blocking out the light. Just watching me. But I’m not going to look back, he thought. That would be a really silly thing to do. I mean, she’s a lovely person, she’s got a lot of common sense and an enormous personality, but really . . .
I’m not going to look back, even if she stands there while I walk all the way down the street. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
So when he heard the door shut when he was only halfway down the drive he suddenly felt very, very angry, as if he had just been robbed.
He stood still and clasped and unclasped his hands in the darkness. He wasn’t Captain Vimes any more, he was Citizen Vimes, which meant that he could do things he’d once never dreamt of doing. Perhaps he could go and smash some windows.
No, that wouldn’t be any good. He wanted more than that. To get rid of that bloody dragon, to get his job back, to get his hands on whoever was behind all this, to forget himself just once and hit someone until he was exhausted . . .
He stared at nothing. Down below the city was a mass of smoke and steam. He wasn’t thinking of that, though.
He was thinking of a running man. And, further back in the fuddled mists of his life, a boy running to keep up.
And under his breath he said, “Any of them get out?”
…
Sergeant Colon finished the proclamation and looked around at the hostile crowd.
“Don’t blame me,” he said. “I just read the things. I don’t write ’em.”
“That’s human sacrifice, that is,” said someone.
“There’s nothing wrong with human sacrifice,” said a priest.
“Ah, per say, ” said the first speaker quickly. “For proper religious reasons. And using condemned criminals and so on.[19] But that’s different from bunging someone to a dragon just because it’s feeling peckish.”
“That’s the spirit!” said Sergeant Colon.
“Taxes is one thing, but eating people is another.”
“Well said!”
“If we all say we won’t put up with it, what can the dragon do?”
Nobby opened his mouth. Colon clamped a hand over it and raised a triumphant fist in the air.
“It’s just what I’ve always said,” he said. “The people united can never be ignited!”
There was a ragged cheer.
“Hang on a minute,” said a small man, slowly. “As far as we know, the dragon’s only good at one thing. It flies around the city setting fire to people. I’m not actually certain what is being proposed that would stop it doing this.”
“Yes, but if we all protest-” said the first speaker, his voice modulated with uncertainty.
“It can’t burn everybody, ” said Colon. He decided to play his new ace again and added, proudly, “The people united can never be ignited!” There was rather less of a cheer this time. People were reserving their energy for worrying.
“I’m not exactly sure I understand why not. Why can’t it burn everyone and fly off to another city?”
“Because …”
“The hoard,” said Colon. “It needs people to bring it treasure.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, maybe, but how many, exactly?”
“What?”
“How many people? Out of the whole city, I mean. Perhaps it won’t need to burn the whole city down, just some bits. Do we know what bits?”
“Look, this is getting silly,” said the first speaker. “If we go around looking at the problems the whole time, we’ll never do anything.”
“It just pays to think things through first, that’s all I’m saying. Such as, what happens even if we beat the dragon?”
“Oh, come on!” said Sergeant Colon.
“No, seriously. What’s the alternative?”
“A human being, for a start!”
“Please yourself,” said the little man primly. “But I reckon one person a month is pretty good compared to some rulers we’ve had. Anyone remember Nersh the Lunatic? Or Giggling Lord Smince and his Laugh-A-Minute Dungeon?”
There was a certain amount of mumbling of the “he’s got a point” variety.
“But they got overthrown!” said Colon.
“No they didn’t. They were assassinated.”
“Same thing,” said Colon. “I mean, no-one’s going to assassinate the dragon. It’d take more than a dark night and a sharp knife to see it off, I know that.”
I can see what the captain means, he thought. No wonder he always has a drink after he thinks about things. We always beat ourselves before we even start. Give any Ankh-Morpork man a big stick and he’ll end up clubbing himself to death.
“Look here, you mealy-mouthed little twerp,” said the first speaker, picking up the little one by his collar and curling his free hand into a fist, “I happen to have three daughters, and I happen to not want any of them et, thank you very much.”
“Yes, and the people united . . . will . . . never .. .be …”
Colon’s voice faltered. He realised that the rest of the crowd were all staring upward.
The bugger, he thought, as rationality began to drain away. It must have flannel feet.
The dragon shifted its position on the ridge of the nearest house, flapped its wings once or twice, yawned, and then stretched its neck down into the street.
The man blessed with daughters stood, with his fist upraised, in the centre of a rapidly expanding circle of bare cobbles. The little man wriggled out of his frozen grasp and darted into the shadows.
It suddenly seemed that no man in the entire world was so lonely and without friends.
“I see,” he said quietly. He scowled up at the inquisitive reptile. In fact it didn’t seem particularly belligerent. It was looking at him with something approaching interest.
“I don’t care!” he shouted, his voice echoing from wall to wall in the silence. “We defy you! If you kill me, you might as well kill all of us!”