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"
Take
it
off
him
!
"
Noon
came
.
The
fog
didn
’
t
lift
but
it
did
thin
a
bit
,
to
allow
a
pale
yellow
haze
where
the
sun
should
have
been
.
Although
the
passage
of
years
had
turned
the
post
of
Captain
of
the
Watch
into
something
rather
shabby
,
it
still
meant
that
Vimes
was
entitled
to
a
seat
at
official
occasions
.
The
pecking
order
had
moved
it
,
though
,
so
that
now
he
was
in
the
lowest
tier
on
the
rickety
bleachers
between
the
Master
of
the
Fellowship
of
Beggars
and
the
head
of
the
Teachers
’
Guild
.
He
didn
’
t
mind
that
.
Anything
was
better
than
the
top
row
,
among
the
Assassins
,
Thieves
,
Merchants
and
all
the
other
things
that
had
floated
to
the
top
of
society
.
He
never
knew
what
to
talk
about
.
Anyway
,
the
teacher
was
restful
company
since
he
didn
’
t
do
much
but
clench
and
unclench
his
hands
occasionally
,
and
whimper
.
"
Something
wrong
with
your
neck
,
Captain
?
"
said
the
chief
beggar
politely
,
as
they
waited
for
the
coaches
.
"
What
?
"
said
Vimes
distractedly
.
"
You
keep
on
staring
upwards
,
"
said
the
beggar
.
"
Hmm
?
Oh
.
No
.
Nothing
wrong
,
"
said
Vimes
.
The
beggar
wrapped
his
velvet
cloak
around
him
.
"
You
couldn
’
t
by
any
chance
spare
-
"
he
paused
,
calculating
a
sum
in
accordance
with
his
station
-
"
about
three
hundred
dollars
for
a
twelve
-
course
civic
banquet
,
could
you
?
"
"
No
.
"
