Caravaggio The Lute Player

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man who said "No More Kings".'
People were staring. Vimes' face went from the red of anger to the red of embarrassment. There was little difference in the shading, however.
'Oh . . . he was Commander of the City Guard in those days,' he mumbled. 'They called him Old Stoneface.'
'Never heard of him,Carrot. A fat old man. Surrounded by lots of children.'
'Oh yes,' said Vimes, carefully. 'He was very fond of children.'
Carrot waved at a couple of dwarfs.
'I didn't know this,' he said. 'I thought there was just some wicked rebellion or something.'
Vimes shrugged. 'It's in the history books, if you know where to look.'
And that was the end of the kings of Ankh-Morpork.'
'Oh, there was a surviving son, I think. And a few mad relatives. They we' said Carrot.'He, er, doesn't appear much in the history books,' said Vimes. 'Sometimes there has to be a civil war, and sometimes, afterwards, it's best to pretend something didn't happen. Sometimes people have to do a job, and then they have to be forgotten. He wielded the axe, you know. No-one else'd do it. It was a king's neck, after all. Kings are,' he spat the word, 'special. Even after they'd seen the . . . private rooms, and cleaned up the . . . bits. Even then. No-one'd clean up the world. But he took the axe and cursed them all and did it.''What king was it?' said Carrot.'Lorenzo the Kind,' said Vimes, distantly.'I've seen his picture in the palace museum,' said