Gladys - "woman" golem
Moist von Lipwig - Postmaster General
There was a dainty knock at the door, and Gladys entered. She bore with extreme care a plate of ham sandwiches, made very, very thin the way only Gladys could make them, which was to put one ham between two loaves and bring her shovel-sized hand down on it very hard.
'I Anticipated That You Would Have Had No Lunch, Postmaster,' she rumbled.
'Thank you, Gladys,' said Moist, mentally shaking himself.
'And Lord Vetinary Is Downstairs,' Gladys went on. 'He Says There Is No Rush.'
The sandwich stopped an inch from Moist's lips. 'He's in the building?'
'Yes, Mr Lipwig.'
'Wandering about by himself?' said Moist, horror mounting.
'Currently He Is In The Blind Letter Office, Mr Lipwig.'
'What's he doing there?'
'Reading The Letters, Mr Lipwig.'
No rush, thought Moist grimly. Oh, yes. Well, I'm going to finish my sandwiches that the nice lady golem has made for me.
'Thank you, Gladys,' he said.
When she had gone Moist took a pair of tweezers out of his desk drawer, opened the sandwich and began to disembowel it of the bone fragments caused by Gladys's drop-hammer technique.
It was a little over three minutes later when the golem reappeared and stood patiently in front of the desk.
'Yes, Gladys?' said Moist.
'His Lordship Desired Me To Inform You That There Is Still No Rush.'
Moist ran downstairs and Lord Vetinari was indeed sitting in the Blind Letter Office with his boots on a desk, a sheaf of letters in his hand and a smile on his face.
перевод на скорую руку
мне напоминает это все отношения садиста и мазохиста))) владыка и непокорный лис)