Discworld Drabble the Second

Aug 03, 2004 00:11

For deannawol

Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing.


Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson rifles through the pile of papers looking for the correct form. "Yes, sir?"

Lord Rust scowled blackly at what portions of the well-scrubbed, honest and open face he could see between the iron helmet and the mound of paperwork. "I said, Captain, that the presence of at least one prominent member of the nobility is required. And, as ill-suited as he is, Vimes is the best canidate."

"But you're a ..."

"Vimes" and the aristocrat spat the name as if it were something vile. "is currently the Duke of Ankh-Morpork. His lordship insists that he be the one to go. I want you to keep an eye on him."

Carrot looked up with wide, sincere blue eyes. "Of course, sir."

He watches the aristocrat stalk from the room and sighs. He will have to alert Angua, Cheri, Detritus and Reg. Perhaps the gods watch over Commander vimes, but no watchman is willing to trust their commander to that. He taps his teeth with a pencil and considers tipping off Mr de Worde. Every little helps...
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