‘Oddly enough, Commander Vimes reminds me of that nearly every day. No civilpolice force could hold out against an irate and resolute population. The trickis not to let them realize that. Yes?’

There was a knock at the door. It was Drumknott again. ‘I am sorry tointerrupt, sir, madam, but in the circumstances I thought it would be a goodidea.’ He sniffed. ‘It’s the lady with the pies.’

‘Ah, Miss Sugarbean, legendary inventor of the famous Ploughman’s Pie,’ saidVetinari. He glanced at her ladyship. ‘And Mister Nutt’s friend.’

‘I have met her, Havelock. She harangued me.’

‘Yes, she does it very well. You feel as if you’ve had a nice cold bath. Doshow her in, Drumknott.’

‘And there is a young man with her. I recognize him as Trevor Likely, son ofthe famous footballer Dave Likely, and I am informed by her that she has indeedbrought you a Ploughman’s Pie.’

‘You would take untested food from a member of the public?’ said her ladyship,horrified.

‘Certainly from this one,’ said Vetinari. ‘There is no possible way that shewould ever put poison in anything. Not out of respect for me, you understand,but out of respect for the food. Don’t leave. I think you will find this…interesting.’

The pie was still warm in Glenda’s hands as she stepped into the Oblong Office.She herself almost froze at the sight of Lady Margolotta, but a certainrobustness kicked in.

‘Do I have to curtsy?’ she said.

‘Not unless you really feel the need.’

‘We’ve come to warn you,’ said Trev.

‘Indeed.’ Vetinari raised an eyebrow.

‘Ankh-Morpork United will walk all over Unseen Academicals with great big bootson.’

‘Oh, dear. Do you think that will be the case?’

‘They’re not yer average players!’ Trev blurted out. ‘They’re from the Shove.They go armed.’

‘Ah, yes. Football as warfare,’ said Vetinari. ‘Well, thank you for tellingme.’

Silence fell. Vetinari broke it by saying, ‘Was there anything else you wouldlike to say?’ He looked at the pie that Glenda was holding out in front of herlike some kind of chastity device.

‘Can’t you do something?’ she said.

‘It’s a game, Miss Sugarbean. Having suggested the match in the first place,what do you think I would look like if I intervened? There will, after all, berules. There will, after all, be a referee.’

‘They won’t care,’ said Trev.

‘Then I suppose the Watch will have to do its duty. And now, if you will excuseme, I have affairs of state to attend to, but please leave the pie.’

‘One moment,’ said her ladyship. ‘Why have you come to warn his lordship, younglady?’

‘Isn’t that the sort of thing I ought to do?’ said Glenda.

‘And you walked in, just like that?’

‘Well, the pie helped.’

‘We have met before, you know,’ said her ladyship.

She stared at Glenda and Glenda stared back, and she finally managed, ‘Yes, Iknow, and I’m not frightened and I’m not sorry.’

The battle of the stares went on for a year too long and then Lady Margolottaturned her head away sharply and said, ‘Well, you have got one of them right,but I am sure I shall enjoy the pie and also the match.’

‘Yes, yes,’ said Vetinari. ‘Thank you both for calling, but if you will excuseus we do have matters of state to discuss.’

‘Well!’ said Lady Margolotta as the door shut behind them. ‘What type of peopleare you incubating in this city of yours, Havelock?’

‘I imagine some of the very best,’ said Vetinari.

‘Two common people can barge in on you without so much as an appointment?’

‘But with a pie,’ said Vetinari quickly.

‘You were expecting them?’

‘Let us just say that I was not unduly surprised,’ said Vetinari. ‘I certainlyknow about the make-up of Ankh-Morpork United. So does the Watch.’

‘And you are going to let them into an arena with a bunch of old wizards whohave promised not to do magic?’

‘A bunch of old wizards and Mister Nutt,’ said Vetinari cheerfully. ‘Apparentlyhe’s very good at tactical planning.’

‘I can’t allow that.’

‘This is my city, Margolotta. There are no slaves in Ankh-Morpork.’

‘He is my ward. I expect you will ignore that, though.’

‘I have every intention of doing so. After all, it’s only a game.’

‘But a game is not about games. And what sort of game do you think you will gettomorrow?’

‘A war,’ said Vetinari. ‘And the thing about war is that it’s about war.’

Lady Margolotta shot out her long sleeve and a fine steel dagger was suddenlyin her hand.

‘I suggest you cut it in half,’ said Vetinari, indicating the pie, ‘and I willchoose which half to pick up.’

‘But what if one half has more pickled onions than the other?’

‘Then I think that will be open to negotiation. Would you like some more…wine?’

‘Did you see that she tried to stare me down?’ said Margolotta.

‘Yes,’ said Vetinari. ‘I saw that she succeeded.’

When Glenda and Trev got back to the Hippo, Nutt looked at them expectantly.‘He hardly listened,’ said Trev.

‘Quite so,’ said Nutt. ‘I am confident of our success on the morrow. I am quitecertain that we will be tactically supreme.’

‘I’m just glad I won’t be playin’, that’s all,’ said Trev.

‘Yes, Mister Trev, that really is a great shame.’

From the nearby table where last-minute adjustments were being made by theFootball League came the voice of somebody saying, ‘Nah, nah. Look, you’vestill got it wrong. If a bloke from side B is closer to the goalkeeper–no, Itell a lie–if he’s closer to the goal than the goalkeeper, then he surely putsone away there and then. Stands to reason.’

There was a sigh that could only have come from Ponder Stibbons. ‘No, I don’tthink you understand… ’

Another voice chipped in. ‘If the goalkeeper is that far out of his goal thenhe’s a pillock!’

‘Look, let’s start again,’ said another voice. ‘Supposing I’m this bloke here.’Trev looked across and saw one of the men flick a screwed-up piece of paperacross the table. ‘Like, I’ve kicked the ball that far and this is me, thispiece of paper. Then what?’ He flicked the paper once again, which hit Ponder’spencil.

‘No! I’ve already explained that. And stop flicking bits of paper around, Ifind it very confusing.’

‘But it must work if he dribbles on it,’ said a voice.

‘Hold on a minute, though,’ said yet another voice. ‘What happens, right, ifyou get the ball in your own half of the field and run all the way, not passingit to anyone else, and get it into the net?’

‘That would be perfectly legal,’ said Ponder.

‘Yeah, but there’s no way that’s goin’ to happen, is there?’ said the man whohad just flicked a soggy piece of paper and had enjoyed it so much that he’dflicked another one.

‘But if he tries and succeeds it would be magnificent football, would it not?’said Ponder.

‘Where’s our team?’ said Trev, looking around.

‘I’ve suggested they have an early night,’ said Ponder.

‘An early night for wizards is two o’clock in the morning,’ said Glenda.

‘I have also given instructions that the team are to have a special meal thisevening,’ said Nutt. ‘On that note, Miss Glenda, I shall have to ask you tolock the Night Kitchen.’

Stony silence hung over the dining room that evening.

‘I don’t eat salads,’ said Bledlow Nobbs (no relation). ‘They gives me thewind.’

‘How can a man live without pasta?’ said Bengo. ‘This is barbaric!’

‘I hope you notice that my plate is as barren as yours, gentlemen,’ saidRidcully. ‘Mister Nutt is training us and I’m allowing Mister Nutt the driver’sseat. Nor is there to be any smoking this evening.’

There was a chorus of dismay and he raised his hand for silence. ‘Also, hisinstruction here… ’ He looked closer at Nutt’s rather untidy writing and gave alittle smile. ‘There is to be no sexual congress.’ This did not meet with thereaction he had expected.