‘In that case, I’m going cheap uggs online to keep the Grand Trunk running,’ said Moist.
     ‘In honour of the dead, perhaps,’ said Vetinari. ‘Yes. As you wish. Ah, here is your stop.’
     As the coachman opened the door Lord Vetinari leaned towards Moist. ‘Oh, and before dawn I do suggest you go and check that everyone’s left the old wizarding tower,’ he said.
     ‘What do you mean, sir?’ said Moist. He knew his face betrayed nothing.
     Vetinari sat back. “Well done, Mr Lipwig.’
     There was a cheap uggs online crowd outside the Post Office, and a cheer went up as Moist made his way to the doors. It was raining now, a grey, sooty drizzle that was little more than fog with a slight weight problem.
     Some of the staff were waiting inside. He realized the news hadn’t got around. Even Ankh-Morpork’s permanent rumour-mill hadn’t been able to beat him back from the University.
     ‘What’s happened, Postmaster?’ said Groat, his discout ugg boots hands twisting together. ‘Have they won?’
     ‘No,’ said Moist, but they picked up the edge in his voice.
     ‘Have we won?’
     ‘The Archchancellor will have to decide that,’ said Moist. ‘I suppose we won’t know for weeks. The clacks has been shut down, though. I’m sorry, it’s all complicated . . .’
     He left them standing and staring as he trudged up to his office, where Mr Pump was standing in the corner.
     ‘Good ugg discount Evening, Mr Lipvig,’ the golem boomed.
     Moist sat down and put his head in his hands. This was victory, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like a mess.
     The bets? Well, if Leadpipe got to Genua you could make a case under the rules that he’d won, but Moist had a feeling that all bets were off now. That meant people would get their money back, at least.
     He’d have ugg boots on sale to keep the Trunk going, gods knew how. He’d sort of promised the Gnu, hadn’t he? And it was amazing how people had come to rely on the clacks. He wouldn’t know how Leadpipe had fared for weeks, and even Moist had got used to daily news from Genua. It was like having a finger cut off. But the clacks was a big, cumbersome monster of a thing, too ugg boots for women many towers, too many people, too much effort. There had to be a way of making it better and sleeker and cheaper . . . or maybe it was something so big that no one could run it at a profit. Maybe it was like the Post Office, maybe the profit turned up spread around the whole of society.