The Patrician strode into the Oblong Office, loyal Drumknott trailing behind.

"Now that that is done, your Lordship, the ambassador from Sto Helit wanted to have a word with you about the cabbage worm crisis. Also, several messages have come in from the harbor about a lost city in...


"Yes, my lord?"

"Leave me for now."

"Yes, my lord."

After Drumknott had bowed out, the Patrician walked over to the window and gazed out over the hazy streets below.


Jonas Juniper. Hanged.

Freddy 'Shivver' Gelkins. Hanged.

Mikhail von Stavare. Vampire. Staked and scattered.

All necessary for the city.



He'd known them. He'd known them, face to face.

He had tried to help.

Carrot Ironfoundersson, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, put his face in his hands and wept.


This story is a semi-sequel to my story Here Comes The New Boss. Too short to be a real sequel, but still... well, I thought it made the point, anyway.