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His caution might have had something to do with the way Carrot put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but it could also have been because Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren’t being paid.
For once, Angua noted, someone wasn’t surprised to find a female in the Watch. Queen Molly nodded at her as one working woman to another. The Beggars’ Guild was an equal-opportunity non-employer.
Sham Harga’s coffee was like molten lead, but it had this in its favor: when you’d drunk it, there was this overwhelming feeling of relief that you’d got to the bottom of the cup.
“I mean I’ve drunk a lot of bad coffee in my time but that, that was like having a saw dragged across my tongue. How long’d it been boiling?” “What’s today’s date?” said Harga, cleaning a glass. He was generally cleaning glasses. No one ever found out what happened to the clean ones. “August the fifteenth.” “What year?”
“He only drinks when he gets depressed,” said Carrot. “Why does he get depressed?” “Sometimes it’s because he hasn’t had a drink.”
“But I can’t find Corporal Nobbs, sir.” “Is that a problem?” “Well, it means the honor guard’ll be a bit smarter, sir.”
“I appear . . . to be losing a lot of blood,” said Lord Vetinari. “Who would have thought you had it in you,” said Vimes, with the frankness of those probably about to die.
