Men at Arms

“On the whole, sir, it's probably just as well that people don't know.”

“So I have always thought. Well, I will not keep you. I'm sure you have a lot to organize.”

Carrot saluted.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I gather that you and, er, Constable Angua are getting along well?”

“We have a very good Understanding, sir. Of course, there will be minor difficulties,” said Carrot, “but, to look on the positive side, I've got someone who's always ready for a walk around the city.”

As Carrot had his hand on the door handle Lord Vetinari called out to him.

“Yes, sir?”

Carrot looked back at the tall thin man, standing in the big bare room beside the golden throne filled with decay.

“You're a man interested in words, captain. I'd just invite you to consider something your predecessor never fully grasped.”

“Sir?”

“Have you ever wondered where the word ‘politician’ comes from?” said the Patrician.

“And then there's the committee of the Sunshine Sanctuary,” said Lady Ramkin, from her side of the dining table. “We must get you on that. And the Country Landowners' Association. And the Friendly Flamethrowers' League. Cheer up. You'll find your time will just fill up like nobody's business.”

“Yes, dear,” said Vimes. The days stretched ahead of him, just filling up like nobody's business with committees and good works and… nobody's business. It was probably better than walking the streets. Lady Sybil and Mr Vimes.

He sighed.

Sybil Vimes, née Ramkin, looked at him with an expression of faint concern. For as long as she'd known him, Sam Vimes had been vibrating with the internal anger of a man who wants to arrest the gods for not doing it right, and then he'd handed in his badge and he was… well, not exactly Sam Vimes any more.

The clock in the corner chimed eight o'clock. Vimes pulled out his presentation watch and opened it.

“That clock's five minutes fast,” he said, above the tinkling chimes. He snapped the lid shut, and read again the words on it: “A Watch From, Your Old Freinds In The Watch”.

Carrot had been behind that, sure enough. Vimes had grown to recognize that blindness to the position of “i”s and “e”s and that wanton cruelty to the common comma.

They said goodbye to you, they took you out of the measure of your days, and they gave you a watch…

“Excuse me, m'lady?”

“Yes, Willikins?”'

“There is a Watchman at the door, m'lady. The tradesman's entrance.”

“You sent a Watchman to the tradesman's entrance?” said Lady Sybil.

“No, m'lady. That's the one he came to. It's Captain Carrot.”

Vimes put his hand over his eyes. “He's been made captain and he comes to the back door,” he said. “That's Carrot, that is. Bring him on in.”

It was barely noticeable, except to Vimes but the butler glanced at Lady Ramkin for her approval.

“Do as your master says,” she said, gallantly.

“I'm no-one's mas—” Vimes began.

“Now, Sam,” said Lady Ramkin.

“Well, I'm not,” said Vimes sullenly.

Carrot marched in, and stood to attention. As usual, the room subtly became a mere background to him.

“It's all right, lad,” said Vimes, as nicely as he could manage. “You don't need to salute.”

“Yes I do, sir,” said Carrot. He handed Vimes an envelope. It had the seal of the Patrician on it.

Vimes picked up a knife and broke the seal.

“Probably charging me five dollars for unnecessary wear and tear on my chainmail,” he said.

His lips moved as he read.

“Blimey,” he said eventually. “Fifty-six?”

“Yes, sir. Detritus is looking forward to breaking them in.”

“Including undead? It says here open to all, regardless of species or mortal status—”

“Yes, sir,” said Carrot, firmly. “They're all citizens.”

“You mean you could have vampires in the Watch?”

“Very good on night duty, sir. And aerial surveillance.”

“And always useful if you want to stake out somewhere.”

“Yes, sir?”

Vimes watched the feeble pun go right through Carrot's head without triggering his brain. He turned back to the paper.

“Hmm. Pensions for widows, I see.”

“Yessir.”

“Re-opening the old Watch Houses?”

“That's what he says, sir.”

Vimes read on:

We consider particularly that, this enlarged Watch will need an expereinced man in charge who, is held in Esteem by all parts of soceity and, we are convinced that you should fulfil this Roll. You will therefore take up your Duties immediately as, Commander of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. This post traditionally carreis with it the rank of Knight which, we are minded to resurrect on this one occasion.

Hoping this finds you in good health, Yrs. faithfully

Havelock Vetinari (Patrician)

Vimes read it again.