He stood back, his face screwed up in a scowl, and then said, "H gradz?"
The dwarfs muttered among themselves, and then, one by one, nodded.
To Vimes"s horror, Albrecht chipped a tiny piece from the Scone and put it in his mouth.
Plaster, thought Vimes. Fresh plaster from Ankh-Morpork. And Dee will talk his way out of it
Albrecht spat the piece out into his hand and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. While he chewed.
Then he and the King exchanged a long, thoughtful stare.
"P"akga," said Albrecht at last, "a p"akaga-ad...."
Behind the outbreak of murmuring Vimes heard Cheery translate: " "It is the thing, and the whole of - " "
"Yes, yes," said Vimes. And he thought: by gods, we"re good. Ankh-Morpork, I"m proud of you. When we make a forgery it"s better than the real damn thing.
Unless... unless I"ve missed something...
"Thank you, gentlemen," said the King. He waved a hand. The dwarfs filed out, reluctantly, with many backward glances at Vimes.
"Dee? Please fetch my axe from my chamber, will you?" the King said. "Yourself, please. I don"t want anyone else to handle it. Your excellency, you and your lady will remain here. Your... dwarf must leave, however. The guards are to be posted on the door. Dee?"
The Ideas Taster hadn"t moved.
"Dee?"
"Wh... Yes, sire?"
"You do what I tell you!"
"Sire, this man"s ancestor once killed a king!"
"I daresay the family have got it out of their system! Now do as I say!"
The dwarf hurried away, turning to stare at Vimes for a moment as he left the cave.
The King sat back. "Sit down, your monitorship. And your lady, too." He put one elbow on the arm of the chair and cupped his chin on his hand. "And now, Mister Vimes, tell me the truth. Tell me everything. Tell me the truth that is more valuable than small amounts of gold."
"I"m not sure I know it any more," said Vimes.
"Ah. A good start," said the King. "Tell me what you suspect, then."
"Sire, I"d swear that thing is as fake as a tin shilling."
"Oh. Really?"
"The real Scone wasn"t stolen, it was destroyed. I reckon it was smashed and ground up and mixed with the sand in its cave. You see, sire, if people see that something"s gone, and then you turn up with something that looks like it, they"ll think "This must be it, it must be, because it isn"t where we thought it was." People are like that. Something disappears and something very much like it turns up somewhere else and they think it must somehow have got from one place to the other..." Vimes pinched his nose. "I"m sorry, I haven"t had much sleep..."
"You are doing very well for a sleepwalking man."
"The... thief was working with the werewolves, I think. They were behind the "Sons of Agi Hammerthief" business. They were going to blackmail you off the throne. Well, you know that. To keep Uberwald in the dark. If you didn"t. step down there"d be a war, and if you did Albrecht would get the fake Scone."
"What else do you think you know?"
"Well, the fake was made in Ankh-Morpork. We"re good at making things. I think someone had the maker killed, but I can"t find out more until I get back. I will find out."
"You make things very well in your city, then, to fool Albrecht. How do you think that was done?"