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He
shrugged
.
"
They
’
re
just
people
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
’
re
just
doing
what
people
do
.
Sir
.
"
Lord
Vetinari
gave
him
a
friendly
smile
.
"
Of
course
,
of
course
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
have
to
believe
that
,
I
appreciate
.
Otherwise
you
’
d
go
quite
mad
.
Otherwise
you
’
d
think
you
’
re
standing
on
a
feather
-
thin
bridge
over
the
vaults
of
Hell
.
Otherwise
existence
would
be
a
dark
agony
and
the
only
hope
would
be
that
there
is
no
life
after
death
.
I
quite
understand
.
"
He
looked
at
his
desk
,
and
sighed
,
"
And
now
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
is
such
a
lot
to
do
.
I
’
m
afraid
poor
Wonse
was
a
good
servant
but
an
inefficient
master
.
So
you
may
go
.
Have
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
.
Oh
,
and
do
bring
your
men
in
tomorrow
.
The
city
must
show
its
gratitude
.
"
"
It
must
what
?
"
said
Vimes
.
The
Patrician
looked
at
a
scroll
.
Already
his
voice
was
back
to
the
distant
tones
of
one
who
organises
and
plans
and
controls
.
"
Its
gratitude
,
"
he
said
.
"
After
every
triumphant
victory
there
must
be
heroes
.
It
is
essential
.
Then
everyone
will
know
that
everything
has
been
done
properly
.
"
He
glanced
at
Vimes
over
the
top
of
the
scroll
.
"
It
’
s
all
part
of
the
natural
order
of
things
,
"
he
said
.
After
a
while
he
made
a
few
pencil
annotations
to
the
paper
in
front
of
him
and
looked
up
.
