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i
“Absolutely not, Sybil. I am putting my foot down.”
“Sam, we have to uphold the dignity of Ankh-Morpork in front of the delegation from Republic City.”
“Exactly, which is why I will not wear feathers. Anyway,” he adds, “I guarantee you Chief Bei Fong will be wearing her uniform.”
ii
“Battle scars?”
“Rogue metalbender.”
“Ah.”
“Yours?”
“Nutter with an extra knife.”
“You bring him in?”
“I got lucky.”
A pause of considerable length.
“But you brought him in.”
“Yeah.”
iii
Lin Bei Fong doesn’t smoke.
Which makes a certain kind of narrative sense, because Sam Vimes doesn’t drink.
“I never touch spirits,” Lin says. “Alcohol, on the other hand-” She pours out something clear and strong-smelling into a tiny porcelain cup.
Sam stares at her serious expression for several seconds before he realizes it was a joke.
iv
“Troll gangs.”
“Bending gangs. Want to trade?”
“Not on your life.”
“Point to me,” says Lin, with a smirk. “Your turn again.”
“All right- genius tyrant bent on personally making my life very difficult.”
“Overpowered teenage vigilante.”
“So?”
“Who’s the reincarnated spirit of the world.”
“I’ve got the rightful king of my city running around.”
“Yeah, so?”
Sam grins outright. “He’s a captain in the Watch.”
Lin tries to imagine Avatar Korra in her force, let alone in a position of command, and shudders.
“Point to me,” says Sam.