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mighty brass taps and then into an enamelled tub. There were things laid out on a fluffy towel beside it -huge scrubbing brushes, three kinds of soap, a loofah.
Willikins was standing patiently beside the bath, like a barely heated towel rail.
'Yes?' said Vimes.
'His lordship . . . that is, her ladyship's father . . . he required to have his back scrubbed,' said Willikins.
'You go and help theThere was a thung noise and Cuddy's helmet came free.
Cuddy emerged, blinking, into the light. He focused on the Librarian, and growled.
'He hit me on the head!'
'Oook.'
'He says you came up through the floor,' said Carrot.
'That's no reason to hit me on the head.'
'Some of the things that come up th old geyser stoke the furnace,' said Vimes firmly.Left alone, he struggled out of his breastplate and threw it in the corner. The chainmail shirt followed it, and the helmet, and the money pouch, and various leather and cotton oddments that came between a Watchman and the world.And then he sank, gingerly at first, into the suds. 'Try soap. Soap'11 work,' said Detritus.'Hold still, will you?' said Carrot.'You're twisting my head off!''Go on, soap him head.''Soap your own head!'rough the floor at Unseen University don't even have a head,' said Carrot.
'Oook!'