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Your
son
,
Carrot
.
Vimes
knocked
on
the
door
.
An
effort
had
been
made
to
spruce
up
the
Ramkin
mansion
,
he
noticed
.
The
encroaching
shrubbery
had
been
pitilessly
hacked
back
.
An
elderly
workman
atop
a
ladder
was
nailing
the
stucco
back
on
the
walls
while
another
,
with
a
spade
,
was
rather
arbitrarily
defining
the
line
where
the
lawn
ended
and
the
old
flower
beds
had
begun
.
Vimes
stuck
his
helmet
under
his
arm
,
smoothed
back
his
hair
,
and
knocked
.
He
’
d
considered
asking
Sergeant
Colon
to
accompany
him
,
but
had
brushed
the
idea
aside
quickly
.
He
couldn
’
t
have
tolerated
the
sniggering
.
Anyway
,
what
was
there
to
be
afraid
of
?
He
’
d
stared
into
the
jaws
of
death
three
times
;
four
,
if
you
included
telling
Lord
Vetinari
to
shut
up
.
To
his
amazement
the
door
was
eventually
opened
by
a
butler
so
elderly
that
he
might
have
been
resurrected
by
the
knocking
.
"
Yerss
?
"
he
said
.
"
Captain
Vimes
,
City
Watch
,
"
said
Vimes
.
The
man
looked
him
up
and
down
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
Her
ladyship
did
say
.
I
believe
her
ladyship
is
with
her
dragons
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
like
to
wait
in
’
ere
,
I
will
-
"
