It was Lord Vetinari's birthday. No one knew his age, but people guessed anywhere from 40 to 200. Tonight, there would be a party with false well wishes, but this morning there was a mug of tea.

Drumknott carefully set the mug on his lordship's desk. Vetinari raised an eyebrow at the writing on it.

"'To the world's Greatest Boss'?"

"Happy birthday, sir," said Drumknott. "I found it in a shop on my holiday and thought it would suit you. And I got more of your favorite tea."

Vetinari raised the mug to him and took a sip. "Thank you."