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The
Patrician
turned
the
blade
over
and
over
slowly
,
staring
at
it
as
if
fascinated
.
Vimes
felt
the
air
thicken
,
as
though
history
was
clustering
around
this
point
,
but
for
the
life
of
him
he
couldn
’
t
think
why
.
This
was
one
of
those
points
where
the
Trousers
of
Time
bifurcated
themselves
,
and
if
you
weren
’
t
careful
you
’
d
go
down
the
wrong
leg
-
Wonse
arose
in
a
world
of
shades
,
icy
confusion
pouring
into
his
mind
.
But
all
he
could
think
of
at
the
moment
was
the
tall
cowled
figure
standing
over
him
.
"
I
thought
you
were
all
dead
,
"
he
mumbled
.
It
was
strangely
quiet
and
the
colours
around
him
seemed
washed
-
out
,
muted
.
Something
was
very
wrong
.
"
Is
that
you
,
Brother
Doorkeeper
?
"
he
ventured
.
The
figure
reached
out
.
METAPHORICALLY
,
it
said
.
-
and
the
Patrician
handed
the
sword
to
Carrot
.
"
Very
well
done
,
young
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
Captain
Vimes
,
I
suggest
you
give
your
men
the
rest
of
the
day
off
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Okay
,
lads
.
You
heard
his
lordship
.
"
"
But
not
you
,
Captain
.
We
must
have
a
little
talk
.
"
