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One
of
the
guards
nodded
to
his
companion
.
"
Vimes
,
"
he
said
.
"
With
a
Vee
.
"
"
Fancy
,
"
said
the
other
guard
.
"
It
’
s
most
urgent
,
"
said
Vimes
,
maintaining
a
wooden
expression
.
He
tried
to
move
forward
.
The
first
guard
sidestepped
neatly
and
pushed
him
sharply
in
the
chest
.
"
No
-
one
is
going
nowhere
,
"
he
said
.
"
Orders
of
the
king
,
see
?
So
you
can
push
off
back
to
your
pit
,
Captain
Vimes
with
a
Vee
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
the
words
which
made
up
Vimes
’
s
mind
.
It
was
the
way
the
other
man
sniggered
.
"
Stand
aside
,
"
he
said
.
The
guard
leaned
down
.
"
Who
’
s
going
to
make
me
,
"
he
rapped
on
Vimes
’
s
helmet
,
"
copper
?
"
There
are
times
when
it
is
a
veritable
pleasure
to
drop
the
bomb
right
away
.
