A blade swung around. If Vimes hadn"t stopped he"d have walked into it.
Inigo stepped forward, leather case already open, one hand holding several impressive pieces of paper, mouth already framing some suitable sentences. A guard took one of the pieces of paper and stared at it.
"This is a studied insult," said Inigo, contriving to speak out of the corner of his mouth while maintaining a smile. "Someone wishes to .see how you react, mmph, mmhm."
"Them?"
"No. We"re being watched."
The paper was handed back. There was a terse conversation.
"The captain of the guard says there are special circumstances and he will search the coaches," said Inigo.
"No," said Vimes, taking in the expression on the captain"s white face. "I know when people are playing silly buggers, "cos I"ve done it myself."
He pointed to the door of his coach. "See this?" he said. "Tell him this is an Ankh-Morpork crest. And this is an Ankh-Morpork coach, property of Ankh-Morpork. If they lay hands on it, that will constitute an act of war against Ankh-Morpork. Tell him that."
He saw the man lick his lips nervously as Inigo translated. Poor sod, he thought. He didn"t ask for this. He was probably expecting a quiet day on the gate. But someone gave him some orders.
Inigo said, "He says he"s very sorry, but those are his instructions, and he quite understands if his grace wishes to make a complaint at the highest level, mmph, mmhm."
A guard turned the handle of the coach door. Vimes slammed it shut.
"Tell him the war will start right now," he said. - "And then it"ll work its way up."
"Your grace!"
The guards looked at Detritus. It was quite hard to hold the Piecemaker nonchalantly, and he wasn"t even making the attempt.
Vimes maintained eye-contact with the captain of the guard. If the man had any sense, he"d realize that if Detritus fired the thing it"d kill them all, besides sending the coach backwards at high speed.
Please just let him have the sense to know when to fold, he prayed.
In the corner of his ear he could hear the guards whispering to one another. He caught the word "Wilinus".
The captain stepped back and saluted. "He apologizes for any inconvenience and hopes you will enjoy your stay in his beautiful city," said Inigo. "He particularly hopes you will visit the Chocolate Museum in Prince Vodorny Square, where his sister works."
Vimes saluted. "Tell him I think he is an officer with a great future," he said. "A future which, I trust, is going to very soon include opening the damn gates."
The captain had nodded to the men before Inigo was halfway through the translation. Aha...
"And ask him his name," he said. The man was bright enough not to respond until this had been translated.
"Captain Tantony," Inigo said.
"I shall remember it," said Vimes. "Oh, and tell him he has a fly on his nose."
Tantony won a prize. His eyes barely flickered. Vimes grinned.
As for the town itself... it was just a town. Roofs were steeper than in Ankh-Morpork, some maniac with a fretsaw had been allowed to amuse himself on the wooden architecture, and there was more paint than you saw back home.
Not that this told you anything; many a rich man had become rich by, metaphorically, not painting his house.
The coaches bowled over the cobbles. Not the right sort of cobbles, of course. Vimes knew that.
The coach stopped again. Vimes stuck his head out of the window. Two rather scruffier guards had barred the road this time.
"Ah, I recognize this one," said Vimes grimly. "I reckon that this time we"ve just met Colonesque and Nobbski."