Vimes straightened up and walked back to Lady Sybil, who stood like an island in a sea of dwarfs. She was talking animatedly to several of them who Vimes vaguely recognized as performers in the opera.
“What have you been up to, Sam?” she said.
“Politics, I’m afraid,” said Vimes. “And… trusting my instincts. Can you tell me who’s watching us?”
“Oh, it’s that game, is it?” said Sybil. She smiled happily, and in the tones of someone chatting about inconsequential things, said, “Practically everyone. But if I was handing out prizes, I’d choose the rather sad lady in the little group just off to your left. She’s got fangs, Sam. And pearls, too. They don’t exactly accessorize.”
“Can you see Wolfgang?”
“Er… no, not now you come to mention it. That’s odd. He was around a moment ago. Have you been upsetting people?”
“I think I may let people upset themselves,” said Vimes.
“Good for you. You do that so well.”
– they’re a team |
Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant