Moist strolled toward the door, while the hubbub rose, and had almost made it when Lord Vetinari’s voice came out of the throng like a knife.
“Leaving so soon, Mr. Lipwig? Do wait a moment. I shall give you a lift back to your famous Post Office.”
For a moment just a slice of a second, Moist contemplated running. He did not do so. What would be the point?
The crowd parted hurriedly as Lord Vetinari headed toward the door; behind him, the Watch closed in.
Ultimately, there is the freedom to take the consequences.
– on freedom |
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal