The Patrician opened his eyes.
'I would like a glass of water,' he said.
There was a jug and a glass by the bed. Vimes picked up the jug, and hesitated. 'I'll send someone to get some,' he said.
Lord Vetinari blinked, very slowly.
'Ah, Sir Samuel,' he said, 'but whom can you trust?'
There was a crowd in the big audience chamber when Vimes finally went downstairs. They were milling about, worried and unsure, and, like important men everywhere, when they were worried and unsure they got angry.
The first to bustle up to Vimes was Mr Boggis of the Guild of Thieves. 'What's going on, Vimes?' he demanded.
He met Vimes's stare. 'Sir Samuel, I mean,' he said, losing a certain amount of bustle.
'I believe Lord Vetinari has been poisoned,' said Vimes.
The background muttering stopped. Boggis realized that, since he had been the one to ask the question, he was now the man on the spot. 'Er... fatally?' he said.
In the silence, a pin would have clanged.
'Not yet,' said Vimes.
Around the hall there was a turning of heads. The focus of the universal attention was Dr Downey, head of the Guild of Assassins.
Downey nodded. 'I'm not aware of any arrangement with regard to Lord Vetinari,' he said. 'Besides, as I am sure is common knowledge, we have set the price for the Patrician at one million dollars.'
'And who has that sort of money, indeed?' said Vimes.
'Well... you for one, Sir Samuel,' said Downey. There was some nervous laughter.
'We wish to see Lord Vetinari, in any case,' said Boggis.
'No.'
'No? And why not, pray?'
'Doctor's orders.'
'Really? Which doctor?'
Behind Vimes, Sergeant Colon shut his eyes.
'Dr James Folsom,' said Vimes.
It took a few seconds before someone worked this out. 'What? You can't mean... Doughnut Jimmy? He's a horse doctor!'
'So I understand,' said Vimes.
'But why?'
'Because many of his patients survive,' said Vimes. He raised his hands as the protests grew. 'And now, gentlemen, I must leave you. Somewhere there's a poisoner. I'd like to find him before he becomes a murderer.'
He went back up the stairs, trying to ignore the shouts behind him.
'You sure about old Doughnut, sir?' said Colon, catching him up.
'Well, do you trust him?' said Vimes.