Vimes stared up into the heavy, rolling clouds.
'Hope it clears up for the coronation,' Colon went on, in a worried voice. 'You all right, sir?'
It hasn't flown away, Vimes thought. Why should it fly away? We can't hurt it, and it's got everything it wants right here. It's up there somewhere.
'You all right, sir?' Colon repeated.
It's got to be up high somewhere, in the fog. There's all kinds of towers and things.
'What time's the coronation, Sergeant?' he said.
'Noon, sir. And Mr Wonse has sent a message about how you're to be in your best armour among all the civic leaders, sir.'
'Oh, has he?'
'And Sergeant Hummock and the day squad will be lining the route, sir.'
'What with?' said Vimes vaguely, watching the skies.
'Sorry, sir?'
Vimes squinted upwards to get a better view of the roof. 'Hmm?' he said.
'I said they'll be lining the route, sir,' said Sergeant Colon.
'It's up there, Sergeant,' said Vimes. 'I can practically smell it.'
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