“We would have won, you know,” growled Rust. “We would have won! But we were betrayed
on the brink of success!”
Vimes stared at him.
“And it’s your fault, Vimes! We’ll be the laughingstock of Klatch! You know the value these
people put on face, and we won’t have any! Vetinari is finished! And so are you! And so is your
stupid, mongrel, cowardly Watch! What do you say to that, Vimes? Eh?”
The watchmen sat like statues, waiting for Vimes to say something. Or even move.
Rust sniffed. “What’s that smell?”
Vimes slowly shifted his gaze to his fingers. Smoke was rising. There was a faint sizzling.
He stood up and brought his fingers up in front of Rust’s face.
“Take it,” he said.
“That’s…just some trick…”
“Take it,” said Vimes.
Mesmerized, Rust licked his fingers and gingerly took the ember. “It doesn’t hurt—”
“Yes, it does,” said Vimes.
“In fact it—Aargh!”
Rust jumped back, dropped the ember and sucked his blistered fingers.
“The trick is not to mind that it hurts,” said Vimes. “Now go away.”
– Terry Pratchett, Discworld, Jingo
That was very Lawrence of Arabia thing to do from Vimes and its one of my favorite scenes from the book.. especially what then followed