Around the throne, which had been hastily created out of wood and gold foil, a number of lesser priests, some of them with slight head wounds, shuffled into position.
Vimes shifted in his seat, aware of the sound of his own heartbeat, and glared at the haze over the river.
. . . and saw the wings.
Dear Mother and Father [wrote Carrot, in between staring dutifully into the fog] Well, the town is On Fate for the coronation, which is more complicated than at home, and now I am on Day duty as well. This is a shame because, I was going to watch the Coronation with Reel, but it does not do to complain. I must go now because we are expecting a dragon any minute although it does not exist really. Your loving son, Carrot. PS. Have you seen anything of Minty lately?
'You idiot!'
'Sorry,' said Vimes. 'Sorry.'
People were climbing back into their seats, many of them giving him furious looks. Wonse was white with fury.
'How could you have been so stupid? ' he raged.
Vimes stared at his own fingers.
'I thought I saw…' he began.
'It was a raven! You know what ravens are? There must be hundreds of them in the city!'
'In the fog, you see, the size wasn't easy to…' Vimes mumbled.
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