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Vimes
gave
him
a
sidelong
look
.
"
Er
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yeah
.
Yes
.
That
’
s
right
.
"
On
the
roof
of
her
house
on
the
hill
,
Lady
Ramkin
adjusted
a
rather
inadequate
folding
chair
on
the
roof
,
arranged
the
telescope
,
coffee
flask
and
sandwiches
on
the
parapet
in
front
of
her
,
and
settled
down
to
wait
.
She
had
a
notebook
on
her
knee
.
Half
an
hour
went
by
.
Hails
of
arrows
greeted
a
passing
cloud
,
several
unfortunate
bats
,
and
the
rising
moon
.
"
Bugger
this
for
a
game
of
soldiers
,
"
said
Nobby
,
eventually
.
"
It
’
s
been
scared
off
.
"
Sgt
Colon
lowered
his
pike
.
"
Looks
like
it
,
"
he
conceded
.
"
And
it
’
s
getting
chilly
up
here
,
"
said
Carrot
.
He
politely
nudged
Captain
Vimes
,
who
was
slumped
against
the
chimney
,
staring
moodily
into
space
.
"
Maybe
we
ought
to
be
getting
down
,
sir
?
"
he
said
.
"
Lots
of
people
are
.
"
"
Hmm
?
"
said
Vimes
,
without
moving
his
head
.
"
Could
be
coming
on
to
rain
,
too
,
"
said
Carrot
.
Vimes
said
nothing
.
For
some
minutes
he
had
been
watching
the
Tower
of
Art
,
which
was
the
centre
of
Unseen
University
and
reputedly
the
oldest
building
hi
the
city
.
