The Fifth Elephant (Discworld 24)

"Did he mention how Igor"th getting on, thur?" said Igor, shambling away so fast that Vimes had

to run to keep up. "Only none of uth have heard from him, not even Igor, who"th alwayth been very clothe."

"I"m sorry? Is your whole family called Igor?"

"Oh, yeth, thur. It avoidth confuthion."

"It does?"

"Yeth, thur. Anyone who ith anyone in Uberwald wouldn"t dream of employing any other thervant but an Igor. Ah, here we are, thur. The mithtreth ith exthpecting you."

They"d walked under an arch and Igor was opening a door with far more studs in it than was respectable. This led to a hallway.

"Are you sure you want to come?" said Vimes to Cheery. "She is a vampire."

"Vampires don"t worry me, sir."

"Lucky for you," said Vimes. He glanced at the silent Tantony. The man was looking strained.

"Tell our friend here he won"t be needed and he"s to wait for us in the coach, the lucky devil," he said. "But don"t translate that last bit."

Igor opened an inner door as Tantony almost ran out of the hall. "Hith grathe hith exthellenthy - "

"Ah, Sir Samuel," said Lady Margolotta. "Do come in. I know you don"t like being your grace. Isn"t this tiresome? But it has to be done, doesn"t it?"

It wasn"t what he"d expected. Vampires weren"t supposed to wear pearls, or jumpers in pink. In Vimes"s world they didn"t wear sensible flat shoes, either. Or have a sitting room in which every conceivable piece of furniture was upholstered in chintz.

Lady Margolotta looked like someone"s mother, although possibly someone who"d had an expensive education and a pony called Fidget. She moved like someone who had grown used to her body and, in general, looked like what Vimes had heard described as "a woman of a certain age". He"d never been quite certain what age that was.

But... things weren"t quite right. There were bats embroidered on the pink jumper, and the pattern on the furniture had a sort of... bat look. The little dog with a bow round its neck, lying curled on a cushion, looked more like a rat than a dog. Vimes was less certain about that one, though; dogs of that nature tended to look a bit rat-like in any case. The effect was as if someone had read the music but had never heard it played.

He realized she was politely waiting for him and bowed, stiffly.

"Oh, don"t bother with that, please," said Lady Margolotta. "Do take a seat." She walked over to a cabinet and opened it. "Do you fancy a Bull"s Blood?"

"Is that the drink with the vodka? Because - "

"No," said Lady Margolotta quietly. "This, I am afraid, is the other kind. Still, ve have that in common, don"t ve? Neither of us drinks... alcohol. I believe you ver an alcoholic, Sir Samuel."

"No," said Vimes, completely taken aback. "I was a drunk. You have to be richer than I was to be an alcoholic."

"Ah, vell said. I have lemonade, if you vish.

And Miss Littlebottom? Ve don"t have beer, you"ll be pleased to hear."

Cheery looked at Vimes in amazement. "Er, perhaps a sherry?" she said.

"Certainly. You may leave us, Igor. Isn"t he a treasure?" she added as Igor retired.

"He certainly looks as though he"s just been dug up," said Vimes. This was not going according to his mental script.

"Oh, all Igors look like that. He"s been in the family for almost two hundred years. Most of him, anyway."

"Really?"

"Extremely popular vith the young ladies, for some reason. All Igors are. I"ve found it best not to speculate vhy." Lady Margolotta gave Vimes a bright smile. "yell, here"s to your stay, Sir Samuel."

"You - know a lot about me," said Vimes weakly.