'I feel certain that we could beat any team at football,' said Nutt soothingly.
Trev looked around him in a desperate search for anyone who might have a grip. 'It doesn't work like that! It's not about the football!'
'I don't think I want to see anyone hurt,' said Juliet.
'Then you'll have to close your eyes,' said Trev. 'Nutt, you think that everythin' is going to be nice and sportsmanlike 'cos that's how the new football has been designed, but it's the same old people out there. You know what I think?'
'My dad says it won't look very good for Vetinari if the Academicals lose,' said Juliet.
'An' will he be glad about that?' said Trev.
'Well, I suppose, yes, but even Dad says prob'ly better to have bloody Vetinari than most of the buggers we've had.'
That was because the city worked, thought Trev. It had been a mess before Vetinari had taken over and no one knew exactly how he'd done it. He'd got the Watch working properly. He'd got the war between the dwarfs and the trolls sorted out. He let people do whatever they liked, provided they did whatever he liked. And above all, the city was crammed with people and money. Everyone wanted to live in Ankh-Morpork. Could he really be shaken down because the new football went bad? Well, the answer was, of course, yes¨Cbecause that's how people were.
Trev mentioned this to Glenda as she came back from ushering the bemused Roz out of the range of more of Nutt's philosophy. She looked at Trev and said, 'Do you think Vetinari knows about this?'
'Dunno,' said Trev. 'Well, I know he's s'posed to have lots of spies, but I dunno whether they'd know about this.'
'Do you think someone ought to tell him?' said Glenda.
Trev laughed. 'What are you suggestin'? That we go over to the palace, walk right up to him and say, "Excuse us, mister, there are a few things that have escaped your attention?"'
'Yes,' said Glenda.
'Thank you, Drumknott, that will be all for now,' said Vetinari.
'Yes, sir,' said Drumknott. He nodded at Lady Margolotta and oiled his way noiselessly out of the room.
'Havelock, I appreciate that Drumknott is very competent, but he always seems to me to be a rather strange little man.'
'Well, it would be a funny old world if we were all alike, madam, although I admit not very funny if we were all like Drumknott. But he is loyal and excessively trustworthy,' said Vetinari.
'Hmm,' said her ladyship. 'Does he have much of a personal life?'
'I believe that he collects different types of stationery,' said Vetinari. 'I have sometimes speculated that he might change his life for the better should he meet a young lady willing to dress up as a manila envelope.'
They were on the balcony outside the Oblong Office, which offered a perfect view of the centre of the city while leaving the viewer almost invisible.
'The accord is going ahead?' said Vetinari.
'Certainly,' said her ladyship. 'Peace at last between dwarfs and trolls.'
Vetinari smiled. 'The word "peace" is generally defined as a period of rest and rearmament before the next war. Were many assassinations necessary?'
'Havelock, sometimes you are too direct!'
'I do beg your pardon, it's just that the progress of history requires butchers as well as shepherds.'
'There were no assassinations,' said her ladyship. She turned her eyes upwards. 'There was, however, a terrible mining accident and a rather unusual rock slide. But, of course, there is still the Loko business to sort out. The dwarfs still want total extermination.'
'How many orcs are there?'
'Nobody knows. Perhaps Nutt will be able to find them.'
'We must not have genocide,' said Vetinari. 'History has a way of repaying.'
'He is turning out to be quite a surprise.'