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"
Vimes
of
the
Watch
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
Says
it
’
s
of
the
upmost
importance
.
"
Wonse
looked
down
his
list
of
other
things
that
were
also
of
the
utmost
importance
.
Crowning
the
king
,
for
one
thing
.
The
high
priests
of
fifty
-
three
religions
were
all
claiming
the
honour
.
It
was
going
to
be
a
scrum
.
And
then
there
were
the
crown
jewels
.
Or
rather
,
there
weren
’
t
the
crown
jewels
.
Somewhere
in
the
preceding
generations
the
crown
jewels
had
disappeared
.
A
jeweller
in
the
Street
of
Cunning
Artificers
was
doing
the
best
he
could
in
the
time
with
gilt
and
glass
.
Vimes
could
wait
.
"
Tell
him
to
come
back
another
day
,
"
said
Wonse
.
"
Good
of
you
to
see
us
,
"
said
Vimes
,
appearing
in
the
doorway
.
Wonse
glared
at
him
.
"
Since
you
’
re
here
.
.
.
"
he
said
.
Vimes
dropped
his
helmet
on
Wonse
’
s
desk
in
what
the
secretary
thought
was
an
offensive
manner
,
and
sat
down
.
"
Take
a
seat
,
"
said
Wonse
.
