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"
It
’
s
been
like
a
friend
to
me
,
that
old
fat
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
There
’
s
little
black
bits
in
there
I
’
ve
grown
to
know
and
love
.
It
’
s
a
meal
in
itself
.
And
you
’
ve
cleaned
out
the
coffee
jug
,
haven
’
t
you
.
I
can
tell
.
This
is
love
-
in
-
a
-
canoe
coffee
if
ever
I
tasted
it
.
The
other
stuff
had
flavour
.
"
"
Well
,
I
thought
it
was
time
-
"
"
Why
?
"
Harga
let
the
pan
fall
from
his
pudgy
fingers
.
"
Well
,
I
thought
,
if
the
king
should
happen
to
come
in
-
"
"
But
,
Cap
’
n
-
"
Vimes
’
s
accusing
finger
buried
itself
up
to
the
second
joint
in
Harga
’
s
expansive
vest
.
"
You
don
’
t
even
know
the
wretched
fellow
’
s
name
!
"
he
shouted
.
Harga
rallied
.
"
I
do
,
Cap
’
n
,
"
he
stuttered
.
"
Course
I
do
.
Seen
it
on
the
decorations
and
everything
.
He
’
s
called
Rex
Vivat
.
"
Very
gently
,
shaking
his
head
in
despair
,
crying
in
his
heart
for
the
essential
servility
of
mankind
,
Vimes
let
him
go
.
