Winslow Homer The Houses of Parliament

Winslow Homer The Houses of ParliamentWinslow Homer Children on the BeachAndrew Atroshenko What a Wonderful Life
'Oozing a bit, sir.'
A shot hit the carriage wheel above Vimes' head, making it spin.
'Carrot?'
'Right through my shoulder, sir.'
Vimes eased 'I can move my hand. Hurts like . . . heck, sir. But you look worse.'
Vimes looked down.
There was blood all over his coat.
'A bit of stone must have caught me,' he said. 'I didn't even feel it!'
He tried to form a mental picture of the gonne.himself along on his elbows.'Good morning, your lordship,' he said, manically. He leaned back and pulled out a mangled cigar. 'Got a light?'The Patrician opened his eyes.'Ah, Captain Vimes. And what happens now?'Vimes grinned. Funny, he thought, how I never feel really alive until someone tries to kill me. That's when you notice that the sky is blue. Actually, not very blue right now. There's big clouds up there. But I'm noticing them.'We wait for one more shot,' he said. 'And then we run for proper cover.''I appear . . . to be losing a lot of blood,' said Lord Vetinari.'Who would have thought you had it in you,' said Vimes, with the frankness of those probably about to die. 'What about you, Carrot?'