'Oh, good.'
'They wouldn't be any use.'
'Oh.'
Vimes opened his door to see what all the shouting was about down in the office. The corporal manning - or in this case dwarfing - the desk was having trouble.
'Again? How many times have you been killed this week?'
'I was minding my own business!' said the unseen complainer.
'Stacking garlic? You're a vampire, aren't you? I mean, let's see what jobs you have been doing... Post sharpener for a fencing firm, sunglasses tester for Argus opticians ... Is it me, or is there some underlying trend here?'
'Excuse me, Commander Vimes?'
Vimes looked round into a smiling face that sought only to do good in the world, even if the world had other things it wanted done.
'Ah... Constable Visit, yes,' he said hurriedly. 'At the moment I'm afraid I'm rather busy, and I'm not even sure that I have got an immortal soul, haha, and perhaps you could call again when ...
'It's about those words you asked me to check,' said Visit reproachfully.
'What words?'
'The ones Father Tubelcek wrote in his own blood? You said to try and find out what they meant?'
'Oh. Yes. Come on into my office.' Vimes relaxed. This wasn't going to be another one of those painful conversations about the state of his soul and the necessity of giving it a wash and brush-up before eternal damnation set in. This was going to be about something important.
'It's ancient Cenotine, sir. It's out of one of their holy books, although of course when I say holy it is a fact that they were basically misguided in a...'
'Yes, yes, I'm sure,' said Vimes, sitting down. 'Does it by any chance say Mr X did it, aargh, aargh, aargh ?'
'No, sir. That phrase does not appear anywhere in any known holy book, sir. *
'Ah,'said Vimes.
'Besides, I looked at other documents in the room and the paper does not appear to be in the deceased's handwriting, sir.'
Vimes brightened up. 'Ah-ha! Someone else's? Does it say something like Take that, you bastard, we've been waiting ages to get you for what you did all those years ago ?'
'No, sir. That phrase also does not appear in any holy book anywhere,' said Constable Visit, and hesitated. 'Except in the Apocrypha to The Vengeful Testament of Offter,' he added conscientiously. ' These words are from the Cenotine Book of Truth,' he sniffed, 'as they called it. It's what their false god...'
'Could I just perhaps have the words and leave out the comparative religion?' said Vimes.
'Very well, sir.' Visit looked hurt, but unfolded a piece of paper and sniffed disparagingly. These are some of the rules that their god allegedly gave to the first people after he'd baked them out of clay, sir. Rules like Thou shall labour fruitfully all the days of your life , sir, and Thou shalt not kill , and Thou shalt be humble . That sort of thing.'
'Is that all?' said Vimes.
'Yes, sir,' said Visit.
'They're just religious quotations?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Any idea why it was in his mouth? Poor devil looked like he was having a last cigarette.'
'No, sir.'
'I could understand if it was one of the smite your enemies ones,' said Vimes. 'But that's just saying get on with your work and don't make trouble .'