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"
My
badge
?
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
said
.
I
want
to
keep
you
out
of
trouble
.
"
Vimes
looked
at
him
in
astonishment
.
"
But
it
’
s
my
badge
!
"
"
And
you
’
re
going
to
give
it
to
me
,
"
said
Wonse
grimly
.
"
By
order
of
the
king
.
"
"
What
d
’
you
mean
?
He
doesn
’
t
even
know
!
"
Vimes
heard
the
wailing
in
his
own
voice
.
Wonse
scowled
.
"
But
he
will
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
don
’
t
expect
he
’
ll
even
bother
to
appoint
a
successor
.
"
Vimes
slowly
undipped
the
verdigrised
disc
of
copper
,
weighed
it
in
his
hand
,
and
then
tossed
it
to
Wonse
without
a
word
.
For
a
moment
he
considered
pleading
,
but
something
rebelled
.
He
turned
,
and
stalked
off
through
the
crowd
.
So
that
was
it
.
As
simple
as
that
.
After
half
a
lifetime
of
service
.
No
more
City
Watch
.
Huh
.
Vimes
kicked
at
the
pavement
.
It
’
d
be
some
sort
of
Royal
Guard
now
.
