'Damn!' said Nanny.
'There's the little door off the main hall,' said Magrat. 'But that's always locked on the inside.'
Agnes swallowed. 'All right. I'll go in and unlock it, then.'
Nanny tapped her on the shoulder. 'You'll be all right?'.
'Well, they can't control me...'
'They can grab you, though.'
Vlad won't want you hurt, said Perdita. You saw the way he looked at us...
'I... think I'll be all right,' said Agnes.
'You know your own minds best, I'm sure,' said Nanny. 'Got the holy water?'
'Let's hope it works better than the garlic,' said Agnes.
'Good luck.' Nanny coded her head. 'Sounds like the mob is spontaneously arriving at the gate. Go!'
Agnes ran off into the rain, around the castle to the doors of the kitchen. They were wide open. She made it to the corridor beyond the kitchens when a hand grabbed her shoulder, and then in a blur of speed two young men were standing in front of her.
They were dressed something like the young opera-goers she'd seen in Ankh-Morpork, except that their fancy waistcoats would have been considered far too fast by the staider members of the community, and they wore their hair long like a poet who hopes that romantically flowing locks will make up for a wretched inability to find a rhyme for 'daffodil'.
'Why are you in such a hurry, girl?' one said.
Agnes sagged. 'Look,' she said, 'I'm very busy. Can we speed this up? Can we dispense with all the leers and "I like a girl with spirit" stuff? Can we get right to the bit where I twist out of your grip and kick you in the-'
One of them struck her hard across the face.
'No,' he said.
'I'll tell Vlad of you!' Perdita screamed in Agnes's voice.
The other vampire hesitated.
'Hah! Yes, he knows me!' said Agnes and Perdita together. 'Hah!'
One of the vampires looked her up and down.
'What, you?' he said.
'Yes, her,' said a voice.
Vlad strolled towards them, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his waistcoat.
'Demone? Crimson? To me, please?'
The two went and stood meekly in front of him. There was a blur, and then his thumbs were back in his waistcoat and the two vampires were in mid-crumple and sinking to the floor.
'This is the kind of thing we don't do to our guests,' said Vlad, stepping over Demone's twitching body and holding out his hands to Agnes. 'Did they hurt you? Say the word and I'll turn them over to Lacrimosa. She's just discovered you have a torture chamber here. And to think we thought Lancre was backward!'
'Oh, that old thing,' said Agnes weakly. Crimson was making bubbling noises. I didn't even see his hands move, said Perdita. 'Er... it's been there for centuries...'
'Oh, really? She did say there weren't enough straps and buckles. Still, she is... inventive. Just say the word.'
Say the word, Perdita prompted. That'd be two less of them.