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Vimes
marched
the
rank
to
the
centre
of
the
hall
and
stamped
to
a
halt
with
his
helmet
under
his
arm
,
as
per
regulations
.
He
’
d
been
amazed
to
see
that
even
Nobby
had
made
an
effort
-
the
suspicion
of
shiny
metal
could
be
seen
here
and
there
on
his
breastplate
.
And
Colon
was
wearing
an
expression
of
almost
constipated
importance
.
Carrot
’
s
armour
gleamed
.
Colon
ripped
off
a
textbook
salute
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
.
"
All
present
and
correct
,
sah
!
"
he
barked
.
"
Very
good
,
Sergeant
,
"
said
Vimes
coldly
.
He
turned
to
the
Patrician
and
raised
an
eyebrow
politely
.
Lord
Vetinari
gave
a
little
wave
of
his
hand
.
"
Stand
easy
,
or
whatever
it
is
you
chaps
do
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
sure
we
needn
’
t
wait
on
ceremony
here
.
What
do
you
say
,
Captain
?
"
"
Just
as
you
like
,
sir
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Now
,
men
,
"
said
the
Patrician
,
leaning
forward
,
"
we
have
heard
some
remarkable
accounts
of
your
magnificent
efforts
in
defence
of
the
city
.
.
.
"
Vimes
let
his
mind
wander
as
the
golden
platitudes
floated
past
.
For
a
while
he
derived
a
certain
amount
of
amusement
from
watching
the
faces
of
the
Council
.
A
whole
sequence
of
expressions
drifted
across
them
as
the
Patrician
spoke
.
It
was
,
of
course
,
vitally
important
that
there
be
a
ceremony
like
this
.
Then
the
whole
thing
could
be
neat
and
settled
.
And
forgotten
.
Just
another
chapter
in
the
long
and
exciting
history
of
eckcetra
,
eckcetra
.
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
good
at
starting
new
chapters
.
