‘Look down, your grace,’ said Skimmer. ‘Mhm, mhm.’ Vimes realized he could feel the faintest prick of a knife blade on his stomach. ‘Look down further,’ he said. Inigo looked down. He swallowed. Vimes had a knife, too. ‘You really are no gentleman, then,’ he said. ‘Make a sudden move and neither are you,’ said Vimes.



