Vimes didn’t remember going to sleep. He didn’t remember sleeping. He surfaced from darkness when Carrot shook him awake.

“The coaches are in the yard, Mister Vimes!”

“Fwisup?” murmured Vimes, blinking in the light.

“I’ve told people to load them up, sir, but—”

“But what?” Vimes sat up.

“I think you’d better come and see, sir.”