Стража! Стража!

           Whateverthegods’gameswere,theyplayedtheminadamnmysteriousway.

           Helookedupatthehoodedfigurebesidehim.

           "Weneverintendedthis,"hesaidweakly."Honestly.Nooffence.Wejustwantedwhatwasduetous."

           Askeletalhandpattedhimontheshoulder,notunkindly.

           AndDeathsaid,congratulations.

           ApartfromtheSupremeGrandMaster,theonlyElucidatedBrothertobeawayatthetimeofthedragonwasBrotherFingers.He’dbeensentoutforsomepizzas.BrotherFingerswasalwaystheonesentoutfortakeawayfood.Itwascheaper.He’dneverbotheredtomastertheartofpayingforthings.

           WhentheguardsrolledupjustbehindErrol,BrotherFingerswasstandingwithastackofcardboardboxesinhishandsandhismouthopen.

           Wherethedreadportalshouldhavebeenwasawarmmeltedpatchofassortedsubstances.

           "Oh,mygoodness,"saidLadyRamkin.

           VimessliddownfromthecoachandtappedBrotherFingersontheshoulder.

           "Excuseme,sir,"hesaid,"didyoubyanychanceseewhat-"

           WhenBrotherFingersturnedtowardshimhisfacewasthefaceofamanwhohashang-glidedovertheentrancetoHell.Hekeptopeningandshuttinghismouthbutnowordswerecomingout.

           Vimestriedagain.ThesheerterrorfrozeninBrotherFingers’sexpressionwasgettingtohim.

           "IfyouwouldbesokindtoaccompanymetotheYard,"saidVimes,"Ihavereasontobelievethatyou-"Hehesitated.Hewasn’tentirelycertainwhatitwasthathehadreasontobelieve.Butthemanwasclearlyguilty.Youcouldtelljustbylookingathim.