Стража! Стража!

           Butifhedidn’thaveadrink,whatwouldhedo?

           "Whatweneed,"hesaidslowly,"isaPlan."

           Thatsoundedgood.Thatsentencealonesoundedworththepay.IfyouhadaPlan,youwerehalfwaythere.

           Andalreadyhethoughthecouldhearthecheeringofcrowds.Theywereliningthestreets,andtheywerethrowingflowers,andhewasbeingcarriedtriumphantlythroughthegratefulcity.

           Thedrawbackwas,hesuspected,thathewasbeingcarriedinanurn.

           LupineWonsepaddedalongthedraughtycorridorstothePatrician’sbedroom.Ithadneverbeenasumptuousapartmentatbest,andcontainedlittlemorethananarrowbedandafewbatteredcupboards.Itlookedevenworsenow,withonewallgone.SleepwalkatnightnowandyoucouldsteprightintothevastcavernthatwastheGreatHall.

           Evenso,heshutthedoorbehindhimforasemblanceofprivacy.Then,cautiouslyandwithmanynervousglancesatthegreatspacebeyond,hekneltdowninthecentreofthefloorandpriedupaboard.

           Alongblackrobewasdraggedintoview.ThenWonsereachedfurtherdownintothedustyspacebetweenthefloorsandrummagedaround.Herummagedstillfurther.Thenhelaydownandstuckbotharmsintothegapandflaileddesperately.

           Abooksailedacrosstheroomandhithiminthebackofthehead.

           "Lookingforthis,wereyou?"saidVimes.

           Hesteppedoutoftheshadows.

           Wonsewasonhisknees,hismouthopeningandshutting.

           What’shegoingtosay,Vimesthought.