'So I understand. From the reports I have been receiving, all that the orcs were not, he is.'
'But he will remain an orc underneath it all,' said her ladyship.
'I wonder what remains under all of us?' said Vetinari.
'You've taken a very big risk, you know,' said Lady Margolotta.
'Madam, this city is all risk, I assure you.'
'And power is a game of smoke and mirrors,' said her ladyship, reaching for the wine.
'Oddly enough, Commander Vimes reminds me of that nearly every day. No civil police force could hold out against an irate and resolute population. The trick is not to let them realize that. Yes?'
There was a knock at the door. It was Drumknott again. 'I am sorry to interrupt, sir, madam, but in the circumstances I thought it would be a good idea.' He sniffed. 'It's the lady with the pies.'
'Ah, Miss Sugarbean, legendary inventor of the famous Ploughman's Pie,' said Vetinari. He glanced at her ladyship. 'And Mister Nutt's friend.'
'I have met her, Havelock. She harangued me.'
'Yes, she does it very well. You feel as if you've had a nice cold bath. Do show her in, Drumknott.'
'And there is a young man with her. I recognize him as Trevor Likely, son of the famous footballer Dave Likely, and I am informed by her that she has indeed brought you a Ploughman's Pie.'
'You would take untested food from a member of the public?' said her ladyship, horrified.
'Certainly from this one,' said Vetinari. 'There is no possible way that she would ever put poison in anything. Not out of respect for me, you understand, but out of respect for the food. Don't leave. I think you will find this... interesting.'
The pie was still warm in Glenda's hands as she stepped into the Oblong Office. She herself almost froze at the sight of Lady Margolotta, but a certain robustness kicked in.
'Do I have to curtsy?' she said.
'Not unless you really feel the need.'
'We've come to warn you,' said Trev.
'Indeed.' Vetinari raised an eyebrow.
'Ankh-Morpork United will walk all over Unseen Academicals with great big boots on.'
'Oh, dear. Do you think that will be the case?'
'They're not yer average players!' Trev blurted out. 'They're from the Shove. They go armed.'
'Ah, yes. Football as warfare,' said Vetinari. 'Well, thank you for telling me.'
Silence fell. Vetinari broke it by saying, 'Was there anything else you would like to say?' He looked at the pie that Glenda was holding out in front of her like some kind of chastity device.
'Can't you do something?' she said.
'It's a game, Miss Sugarbean. Having suggested the match in the first place, what do you think I would look like if I intervened? There will, after all, be rules. There will, after all, be a referee.'
'They won't care,' said Trev.
'Then I suppose the Watch will have to do its duty. And now, if you will excuse me, I have affairs of state to attend to, but please leave the pie.'
'One moment,' said her ladyship. 'Why have you come to warn his lordship, young lady?'
'Isn't that the sort of thing I ought to do?' said Glenda.