'And poor Master Greetling, you ought to have known what loud noises do to him!' The head of the Teachers' Guild had to be led away by some kind people.
'Shouting out like that!' Wonse went on.
'Look, I said I'm sorry! It was an honest mistake!'
'I've had to hold up the procession and everything!'
Vimes said nothing. He could feel hundreds of amused or unsympathetic eyes on him.
'Well,' he muttered, 'I'd better be getting back to the Yard…'
Wonse's eyes narrowed. 'No,' he snapped. 'But you can go home, if you like. Or anywhere your fancies take you. Give me your badge.'
'Huh?'
Wonse held out his hand.
'Your badge,' he repeated.
'My badge?'
'That's what I said. I want to keep you out of trouble.'
Vimes looked at him in astonishment. 'But it's my badge!'
'And you're going to give it to me,' said Wonse grimly. 'By order of the king.'
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