Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial Throne

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial ThroneJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Mme MoitessierJean Auguste Dominique Ingres La Grande baigneuse
There were various weapons, some of them half finished, on racks by the bench. Vimes picked up most of a crossbow.
'He did good work,' he said. 'Very good at mechanisms.'
'Well known for it,' 'I should think it is!'
'I mean, it's made to be buried with a dwarf. Every dwarf is buried with a weapon. You know? To take with him to . . . wherever he's going.'
'But it's fine workmanship! And it's got an edge like – aargh,' Vimes sucked his finger, 'like a razor.'
Carrot looked shocked. 'Of course. It'd be no good him facing them with an inferior weapon.'
'What them are you talking about?'said Carrot, poking around aimlessly on the bench. 'A very delicate hand. He made musical boxes for a hobby. Could never resist a mechanical challenge. Er. What are we looking for actually, sir?''Not sure. Now this is good . . .'It was a war axe, and so heavy that Vimes' arm sagged. Intricate etched lines covered the blade. It must have represented weeks of work.'Not your actual Saturday night special, eh?''Oh no,' said Carrot, 'that's a burial weapon.'