Jabbar: "My tent is Your tent." Vimes: "It is? really?" Jabbar: "My wives are your wives." Vimes: (panicking) "They are? really?" Jabbar:: "My food is Your food. (Gives Vimes a sheep's eye) The best part."
(muffled snickeringing from assembled D'regs) Vimes: "This looks like a sheep's eyeball." Carrot: "Yes sir, but it is unwise to-" Vimes: "You know what? I think this is a little game called 'See what Offendi will swallow'. I am not swallowing this, my friend." Jabbar: "Then it is true that you can see farther than most." Vimes: "So can this food. My father told me never to eat anything that can look back."
(laughter quits, tense moment...) Jabbar: (Slaps Vimes on the back; Vimes drops the eye) "Well done! Extremely good! First time it have not worked in twenty years! Now sit, we have proper rice and sheep just like mother!"
Mysterious Message: To the good people of Sfinto Gheorghe, Greetings and God's blessing. For those who sheltered a man when he was cold, who fed him when he hungered, and who consoled him in the darkest hours of his life, a gift of appreciation.
He signed himself The Fortunate One
...He must be a very fortunate one indeed for there were twenty hampers. Half the village gathered round as their contents were revealed. Fresh hams. Purple grapes. tomatoes, squash, even eggplant the most treasured vegetable of all Romanians. And Spanish Champagne, at least thirty cases of it. How could you even have an eggplant in April? Where did these things come from? Grown in a glass house, others said, shaking their fingers up and down as though they had been burned-the universal sign language meaning, very expensive.
—The OSS shows its gratitude to a Balkan village for saving an agent on the run in World War II, from Night Soldiers by Alan Furst
