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Vimes
looked
around
him
.
There
seemed
to
be
a
lot
of
fallen
flags
,
some
of
which
were
being
eaten
by
an
elderly
goat
which
couldn
’
t
believe
its
luck
.
He
could
distantly
see
Cut
-
me
-
own
-
Throat
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
trying
to
restore
the
contents
of
his
tray
.
By
Vimes
’
s
side
a
small
child
waved
a
flag
hesitantly
and
shouted
"
Hurrah
"
.
Then
everything
went
quiet
.
Vimes
bent
down
.
"
I
think
you
should
be
going
home
,
"
he
said
.
The
child
squinted
up
at
him
.
"
Are
you
a
Watch
man
?
"
it
said
.
"
No
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
And
yes
.
"
"
What
happened
to
the
king
,
Watch
man
?
"
"
Er
.
I
think
he
’
s
gone
off
for
a
rest
,
"
said
Vimes
.
