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And
Vimes
thought
he
was
beginning
to
get
the
drift
.
"
You
mean
you
sort
of
trained
them
?
"
he
said
.
"
Advised
.
Advised
.
I
suppose
it
’
s
a
knack
,
"
said
Lord
Vetinari
modestly
.
Vimes
wondered
how
it
was
done
.
Did
the
rats
side
with
the
scorpions
against
the
snakes
and
then
,
when
the
snakes
were
beaten
,
invite
the
scorpions
to
a
celebratory
slap
-
up
meal
and
eat
them
?
Or
were
individual
scorpions
hired
with
large
amounts
of
,
oh
,
whatever
it
-
was
scorpions
ate
,
to
sidle
up
to
selected
leading
snakes
at
night
and
sting
them
?
He
remembered
hearing
once
about
a
man
who
,
locked
up
in
a
cell
for
years
,
trained
little
birds
and
created
a
sort
of
freedom
.
And
he
thought
of
ancient
sailors
,
shorn
of
the
sea
by
old
age
and
infirmity
,
who
spent
their
days
making
big
ships
in
little
bottles
.
Then
he
thought
of
the
Patrician
,
robbed
of
his
city
,
sitting
cross
-
legged
on
the
grey
floor
in
the
dim
dungeon
and
recreating
it
around
him
,
encouraging
in
miniature
all
the
little
rivalries
,
power
struggles
and
factions
.
He
thought
of
him
as
a
sombre
,
brooding
statue
amid
paving
stones
alive
with
slinking
shadows
and
sudden
,
political
death
.
It
had
probably
been
easier
than
ruling
Ankh
,
which
had
larger
vermin
who
didn
’
t
have
to
use
both
hands
to
carry
a
knife
.
There
was
a
clink
over
by
the
drain
.
Half
a
dozen
rats
appeared
,
dragging
something
wrapped
in
a
cloth
.
They
rathandled
it
past
the
grille
and
,
with
great
effort
,
hauled
it
to
the
Patrician
’
s
feet
.
He
leaned
down
and
undid
the
knot
.
"
We
seem
to
have
cheese
,
chicken
legs
,
celery
,
a
piece
of
rather
stale
bread
and
a
nice
bottle
,
oh
,
a
nice
bottle
apparently
of
Merckle
and
Stingbat
’
s
Very
Famous
Brown
Sauce
.
Beer
,
I
said
,
Skrp
.
"
The
leading
rat
twitched
its
nose
at
him
.
"
Sorry
about
this
,
Vimes
.
They
can
’
t
read
,
you
see
.
They
don
’
t
seem
to
get
the
hang
of
the
concept
.
But
they
’
re
very
good
at
listening
.
They
bring
me
all
the
news
.
"
"
I
see
you
’
re
very
comfortable
here
,
"
said
Vimes
weakly
.
"
Never
build
a
dungeon
you
wouldn
’
t
be
happy
to
spend
the
night
in
yourself
,
"
said
the
Patrician
,
laying
out
the
food
on
the
cloth
.
"
The
world
would
be
a
happier
place
if
more
people
remembered
that
.
"
"
We
all
thought
you
had
built
secret
tunnels
and
suchlike
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Can
’
t
imagine
why
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
One
would
have
to
keep
on
running
.
So
inefficient
.
Whereas
here
I
am
at
the
hub
of
things
.
I
hope
you
understand
that
,
Vimes
.
Never
trust
any
ruler
who
puts
his
faith
in
tunnels
and
bunkers
and
escape
routes
.
The
chances
are
that
his
heart
isn
’
t
in
the
job
.
"
