‘Dark green,’ said the woman. ‘How strange. I understand, Havelock, that you scored zero in your examination for stealthy movement.’
‘May I ask how you found that out, Madam?’
‘Oh, one hears things,’ Madam said lightly. ‘One just has to hold money up to one’s ear.’
‘Well, it was true,’ said the Assassin.
‘And why was this?’
‘The examiner thought I’d used trickery. Madam.’
‘And did you?’
‘Of course. I thought that was the idea.’
‘And you never attended his lessons, he said.’
‘Oh, I did. Religiously.’
‘He says he never saw you at any of them.’
Havelock smiled. ‘And your point, Madam, is … ?’
‘May I ask how you found that out, Madam?’
‘Oh, one hears things,’ Madam said lightly. ‘One just has to hold money up to one’s ear.’
‘Well, it was true,’ said the Assassin.
‘And why was this?’
‘The examiner thought I’d used trickery. Madam.’
‘And did you?’
‘Of course. I thought that was the idea.’
‘And you never attended his lessons, he said.’
‘Oh, I did. Religiously.’
‘He says he never saw you at any of them.’
Havelock smiled. ‘And your point, Madam, is … ?’
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett (via jiggit)
Evening. Okay so, Scottish, law student, genius, sarcastic little fucker, genius (it's worth mentioning again because it's so true). Oh, and modest. Mustn't forget modest.
