"Yes, sire," squeaked Cheery, on the point of death through shock.
"There"s nice. Do be sure to let me know the name of your dressmaker," the King went on. "I may have some custom for her in the fullness of time. I"ve thought long and hard - "
Vimes blinked. Cheery had gone pale. Had anyone else heard that? Had he?
Sybil nudged him in the ribs. "Your mouth"s open, Sam," she whispered.
So he had heard it...
He heard the King"s voice again. " - and a bag of gold is always acceptable."
Cheery was still staring.
Vimes shook her gently by the shoulder.
"Th-thank you, sire."
The King held out his hand. Vimes wobbled Cheery again. Completely hypnotized, she extended her hand. The King took it and shook it.
Shocked whispers were spreading behind Vimes. The King had shaken the hand of a self-declared female...
"And that leaves... Detritus," said the King. "What a dwarf should give a troll is of course a bit of a puzzle, but it occurs to me that what I should give you is what I would give a dwarf. A bag of gold, then, for whatever purpose you choose to use it, and - "
He stood up. He held out his hand.
Dwarfs and trolls were still fighting in the further regions of Uberwald, Vimes knew. Elsewhere, there was at best the sort of peace you got when both sides were busy re-arming.
The whispering stopped. Silence spread out in a widening circle, all across the floor of the cave.
Detritus blinked. Then he took the hand very carefully, trying not to crush it.
The whispering started again. And this time, Vimes knew, it"d go for miles.
It occurred to him that in two handshakes the white-bearded elderly dwarf had done more than a dozen devious plots could have achieved. By the time those ripples reached the edge of Uberwald they would be tidal waves. Thirty men and a dog would be nothing by comparison.
"Hmm?"
"I said, what can a king give a Vimes?" said the King.
"Er, nothing, I think," said Vimes absently. Two handshakes! And very quietly, smiling, the King had turned the customs of the dwarfs upside down. And so gently, too, that they"d spend years arguing about it...
"Sam!" snapped Sybil.
"Well, then, I shall give something to your descendants," said the King, apparently unperturbed. A long flat box was brought to him. He opened it to reveal a dwarf axe, the new metal glinting on its nest of black cloth.
"This will become, in time, the axe of someone"s grandfather," said the King. "And no doubt over the years it will need a new handle or a new blade and over the centuries the shape will change in line with fashion, but it will always be, in every detail and respect, the axe I give you today. And because it"ll change with the times it"ll always be sharp. There"s a grain of truth in that, see. So nice to have met you. Do enjoy your journey home, your excellency."
The four were silent in the coach back to the embassy. Then Cheery said, "The King said - "
"I heard," said Vimes.
"That was as good as saying that he is a sh - "
"Things are going to change," said Lady Sybil. "That"s what the King was saying."
"I never shook hands wid no king before," said Detritus. "No dwarf, either, come to dat."
"You shook hands with me once," said Cheery.