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We
’
re
all
dead
.
Or
worse
,
we
’
re
all
detained
at
the
Patrician
’
s
pleasure
.
And
as
we
all
know
,
he
’
s
seldom
that
pleased
.
It
was
at
this
precise
moment
that
Sergeant
Colon
earned
himself
a
metaphorical
medal
.
"
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Attention
!
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
,
abou
-
uta
turna
!
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
,
qui
-
uck
marcha
!
"
Carrot
brought
himself
to
attention
like
a
barn
being
raised
and
stared
straight
ahead
with
a
ferocious
expression
of
acute
obedience
.
"
Well
done
,
that
man
,
"
said
the
Patrician
thoughtfully
,
as
Carrot
strode
stiffly
away
.
"
Carry
on
,
Captain
.
And
do
come
down
heavily
on
any
silly
rumours
about
dragons
,
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Captain
Vimes
.
"
Goodman
.
"
The
coach
rattled
off
,
the
bodyguard
running
alongside
.
Behind
him
,
Captain
Vimes
was
only
vaguely
aware
of
the
sergeant
yelling
at
the
retreating
Carrot
to
stop
.
