Someone rapped on the door. "It"s me, Sam."
"Sybil?"
She came in, carrying a couple of very large towels and some fresh clothes.
"Good to see you up again. Igor"s frying sausages. He doesn"t like doing it. He thinks they should be boiled. And he"s doing slumpie and fikkun haddock and Distressed Pudding. I didn"t want the food to go to waste, you see. I don"t think I want to stay for the rest of the celebrations."
"I know what you mean. How"s Carrot?"
"Well, he says he doesn"t want sausages."
"What? He"s al - he"s up?"
"Sitting up, at least. Igor"s a marvel. Angua said it was a bad break but he"s just got some sort of device that... well, Carrot"s not even got a sling on now!"
"Sounds a useful man to have around," said Vimes, pulling on his civilized trousers.
"Angua says Igor"s got an icehouse in the cellars and there"s frozen jars of, of... well, let"s just say he suggested that you might like liver and onions for breakfast and I said no."
"I like liver and onions," said Vimes. He thought about it. "Up until now, anyway."
"I think the King wants us to go as well. In a polite way. A lot of very respectful dwarfs came round here with paperwork first thing this morning."
Vimes nodded grimly. It made sense. If he was King he"d want Vimes out of here too. Here"s some grateful thanks, a nice trading agreement, terribly sorry to see you go, do call again, only not too soon...
Breakfast was everything he"d dreamed of. Then he went to see the invalid.
Carrot was pale, grey under the eyes, but smiling. He was sitting up in bed, drinking fatsup.
"Hello, Mister Vimes! We won, then?"
"Didn"t Angua tell you?"
"She went off with the wolves when I was asleep, Lady Sybil said."
Vimes recounted the events of the night as best he could.
Afterwards, Carrot said, "Gavin was a very noble creature. I"m sorry he"s dead. I"m sure we"d have got on well."
You mean every word of it, Vimes thought. I know you do. But it works out all right for you, doesn"t it? It always does. If it had been the other way about, if it had been Gavin that attacked Wolf first, then - I know it would have been you that went over the falls with the bastard. But it wasn"t you, was it? If you were dice, you"d always roll sixes.
And the dice don"t roll themselves. If it wasn"t against everything he wanted to be true about the world, Vimes might just then have believed in destiny controlling people. And gods help the other people who were around when a big destiny was alive in the world, bending every poor bugger around itself...
Out loud, he said, "Poor old Gaspode went over too."
"How? What was he doing?"
"Er, you could say he had our lad"s full attention. A real streetfighter."
"Poor little soul. He was a good dog at heart."
And once again words that would have sounded trite and wrong on anyone else"s lips were redeemed by the way Carrot said them.
"And what about Tantony?" said Vimes.
"Left this morning, Lady Sybil said."
"Good grief! And Wolfgang played noughts and crosses on his chest!"