The old vampire's head was sunk even further in his chest. The shadows of his shoulders seemed to be getting longer.
'It was sick, involving the golems,' said Vimes, watching the shadows. 'They could feel what their king was doing. Perhaps it wasn't very sane even to begin with, but it was all they had. Clay of their clay. The poor devils didn't have anything except their clay, and you bastards took away even that - '
Dragon leapt suddenly, bat-wings unfolding. Vimes's wooden bolt clattered somewhere near the ceiling as he was borne down.
'You really thought you could arrest me with a piece of wood?' said Dragon, his hand around Vimes's neck.
'No,' Vimes croaked. 'I was more... poetic... than that. All I had ... to do ... was keep you talking. Feeling... weak, are you? The biter bit... you might say... ?' He grinned.
The vampire looked puzzled, and then turned his head and stared at the candles. 'You... put something in the candles? Really?'
'We... knew garlic... would smell but... our alchemist reckoned that... if you get... holy water... soak the wicks... water evaporates... just leaves holiness.'
The pressure was released. Dragon King of Arms sat back on his haunches. His face had changed, shaping itself forward, giving him an expression like a fox.
Then he shook his head. 'No,' he said, and this time it was his turn to grin. 'No, that's just words. That wouldn't work...'
'Bet... your... unlife?' rasped Vimes, rubbing his neck. 'A better way... than old Carry went, eh?'
'Trying to trick me into an admission, Mr Vimes?'
'Oh, I had that,' said Vimes. 'When you looked straight at the candles.'
'Really? Ah-ha. But who else saw me?' said Dragon.
From the shadows there was a rumble like a distant thunderstorm.
'I Did,' said Dorfl.
The vampire looked from the golem to Vimes.
'You gave one of them a voice?' he said.
'Yes,' said Dorfl. He reached down and picked up the vampire in one hand. 'I Could Kill You,' he said. 'This Is An Option Available To Me As A Free-Thinking Individual But I Will Not Do So Because I Own Myself And I Have Made A Moral Choice.'
'Oh, gods,' murmured Vimes under his breath.
'That's blasphemy,' said the vampire.
He gasped as Vimes shot him a glance like sunlight. 'That's what people say when the voiceless speak. Take him away, Dorfl. Put him in the palace dungeons.'
'I Could Take No Notice of That Command But Am Choosing To Do So Out of Earned Respect And Social Responsibility - '
'Yes, yes, fine,' said Vimes quickly.
Dragon clawed at the golem. He might as well have kicked at a mountain.
'Undead or Alive, You Are Coming With Me,' said Dorfl.
'Is there no end to your crimes? You've made this thing a policeman? said the vampire, struggling as Dorfl dragged him away.
'No, but it's an intriguing suggestion, don't you think?' said Vimes.
He was left alone in the thick velvety gloom of the Royal College.
And Vetinari will let him go, he reflected. Because this is politics. Because he's part of the way the city works. Besides, there's the matter of evidence. I've got enough to prove it to myself, but...
But I'll know, he told himself.