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"
They
’
ve
got
a
big
fleet
,
Klatch
,
"
said
the
monarchist
uncertainly
.
"
Could
be
a
bit
risky
,
roasting
diplomats
.
People
see
a
pile
of
charcoal
come
back
on
the
boat
,
they
tend
to
look
a
bit
askance
.
"
"
Ah
,
then
we
say
,
Ho
there
,
Johnny
Klatchian
,
you
no
like
-
um
,
big
fella
lizard
belong
-
sky
bake
mud
hut
belong
-
you
pretty
damn
chop
-
chop
.
"
"
We
could
really
say
that
?
"
"
Why
not
?
And
then
we
say
,
send
plenty
tribute
toot
sweet
.
"
"
I
never
did
like
them
Klatchians
,
"
said
the
woman
firmly
.
"
The
stuff
they
eat
!
It
’
s
disgustin
’
.
And
gab
-
blin
’
away
all
the
time
in
their
heathen
lingo
.
.
.
"
In
the
shadows
,
a
match
flared
.
Vimes
cupped
his
hands
around
the
flame
,
sucked
on
the
foul
tobacco
,
tossed
the
match
into
the
gutter
and
slouched
off
down
the
damp
,
puddle
-
punctuated
alley
.
If
there
was
anything
that
depressed
him
more
than
his
own
cynicism
,
it
was
that
quite
often
it
still
wasn
’
t
as
cynical
as
real
life
.
We
’
ve
got
along
with
the
other
guys
for
centuries
,
he
thought
.
Getting
along
has
practically
been
all
our
foreign
policy
.
Now
I
think
I
’
ve
just
heard
us
declare
war
on
an
ancient
civilisation
that
we
’
ve
always
got
along
with
,
more
or
less
,
even
if
they
do
talk
funny
.
And
after
that
,
the
world
.
What
’
s
worse
,
we
’
ll
probably
win
.
