“Well, publish and be damned to you, and to the Watch. We gave no order to—” “I expect you didn’t,” said William. “I expect you said ‘make it so’ and left the details to people like Pin and Tulip. Bloody hands at arm’s length.” “As your father I order you to cease this . . . this . . .” “You used to order me to tell the truth,” said William. Lord de Worde drew himself up. “Oh, William, William! Don’t be so naive.” William shut his notebook. The words came easier now. He’d leapt from the building and found that he could fly.
