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Vimes
squinted
sideways
at
him
.
He
gave
a
short
,
mirthless
laugh
.
"
Yeah
,
that
’
s
right
,
"
he
conceded
.
"
Our
dragon
-
killing
king
.
Well
done
that
man
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
They
’
re
not
going
to
like
this
.
"
They
didn
’
t
.
None
of
them
did
.
The
first
problem
was
the
palace
guard
.
Vimes
had
never
liked
them
.
They
’
d
never
liked
him
.
Okay
,
so
maybe
the
rank
were
only
one
step
away
from
petty
scofflaws
,
but
in
Vimes
’
s
professional
opinion
the
palace
guard
these
days
were
only
one
step
away
from
being
the
worst
criminal
scum
the
city
had
ever
produced
.
A
step
further
down
.
They
’
d
have
to
reform
a
bit
before
they
could
even
be
considered
for
inclusion
in
the
Ten
Most
Unwanted
list
.
They
were
rough
.
They
were
tough
.
They
weren
’
t
the
sweepings
of
the
gutter
,
they
were
what
you
still
found
sticking
to
the
gutter
when
the
gutter
sweepers
had
given
up
in
exhaustion
.
They
had
been
extremely
well
-
paid
by
the
Patrician
,
and
presumably
were
extremely
well
-
paid
by
someone
else
now
,
because
when
Vimes
walked
up
to
the
gates
a
couple
of
them
stopped
lounging
against
the
walls
and
straightened
up
while
still
maintaining
just
the
right
amount
of
psychological
slouch
to
cause
maximum
offense
.
"
Captain
Vimes
,
"
said
Vimes
,
staring
straight
ahead
.
"
To
see
the
king
.
It
’
s
of
the
utmost
importance
.
"
"
Yeah
?
Well
,
it
’
d
have
to
be
,
"
said
a
guard
.
"
Captain
Slimes
,
was
it
?
"
"
Vimes
,
"
said
Vimes
evenly
.
"
With
a
Vee
.
"
