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His butler, too, technically, although Vimes hated to think of him like that.
    “I think we had better proceed with alacrity, Sir Samuel. I have brought your dress uniform, and your shaving things are by the basin.”
    “What? What?”
    “You are due at the University in half an hour. Lady Sybil has vouchsafed to me that if you are not there she will utilize your intestines for hosiery accessories, sir.”
    “Was she smiling?” said Vimes, staggering to his feet and making his way to the steaming basin on the washstand.
    “Only slightly, sir.”
    “Oh gods…”
    “ Yes , sir.”
    Vimes made an attempt at shaving while, behind him, Willikins brushed and polished. Outside, the city’s clocks began to strike ten.
    It must’ve been almost four when I sat down, Vimes thought. I know I heard the shift change at eight, and then I had to sort out Nobby’s expenses, that’s advanced mathematics if ever there was some…
    He tried to yawn and shave at the same time, which is never a good idea.
    “Damn!”
    “I shall fetch some tissue paper directly, sir,” said Willikins, without looking round. As Vimes dabbed at his chin, the butler went on: “I should like to take this opportunity to raise a matter of some import, sir…”
    “Yes?” Vimes stared blearily at the red tights that seemed to be a major item of his dress uniform.
    “Regretfully, I am afraid I must ask leave to give in my notice, sir. I wish to join the Colors.”
    “Which colors are these, Willikins?” said Vimes, holding up a shirt with puffed sleeves. Then his brain caught up with his ears. “You want to become a soldier ?”
    “They say Klatch needs to be taught a sharp lesson, sir. A Willikins has never been found wanting when his country calls. I thought that Lord Venturi’s Heavy Infantry would do for me. They have a particularly attractive uniform of red and white, sir. With gold frogging.”
    Vimes pulled his boots on. “You’ve had military experience, have you?”
    “Oh, no, sir. But I am a quick learner, sir, and I believe I have some prowess with the carving knife.” The butler’s face showed a patriotic alertness.
    “On turkeys and so on…” said Vimes.
    “Yes, sir,” said Willikins, buffing up the ceremonial helmet.
    “And you’re off to fight the screaming hordes in Klatch, are you?”
    “If it should come to that, sir,” said Willikins. “I think this is adequately polished now, sir.”
    “A very sandy place, so they say.”
    “Indeed, sir,” said Willikins, adjusting the helmet under Vimes’s chin.
    “And rocky. Very rocky. Lots of rocks. Dusty, too.”
    “Very parched in parts, sir, I believe you are correct.”
    “And so into this land of sand-colored dust and sand-colored rocks and sand-colored sand you , Willikins, will march with your expertise in cutlery and your red and white uniform?”
    “With the gold frogging, sir.” Willikins thrust out his jaw. “Yes, sir. If the need arises.”
    “You don’t see anything wrong with this picture?”
    “Sir?”
    “Oh, never mind.” Vimes yawned. “Well, we shall miss you, Willikins.” Others may not, he thought. Especially if they have time for a second shot.
    “Oh, Lord Venturi says it’ll all be over by Hogswatch, sir.”
    “Really? I didn’t know it had started.”

    Vimes ran down the stairs and into a smell of curry.
    “We saved you some, sir,” said Sergeant Colon. “You was asleep when the lad brought it round.”
    “It was Goriff’s kid,” said Nobby, chasing a bit of rice around his tin plate. “Enough for half the shift.”
    “The rewards of duty,” said Vimes, hurrying toward the door.
    “Bread and mango pickle and everything,” said Colon happily. “I’ve always said old Goriff isn’t that bad for a rag’ead.”
    A pool of sizzling oil …Vimes stopped at the door. The family, huddling together …He took out his watch. It was twenty past ten. If he ran—
    “Fred, could you just step up to my office?” he said. “It