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"
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
,
I
want
you
to
charge
these
men
,
"
said
Vimes
.
Carrot
saluted
.
"
Very
good
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
and
turned
and
trotted
smartly
back
the
way
they
had
come
.
"
Hey
!
"
shouted
Vimes
,
as
the
boy
disappeared
around
a
corner
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
like
to
see
,
"
said
the
first
guard
,
leaning
on
his
speak
.
"
That
’
s
a
young
man
with
initiative
,
that
young
man
.
A
bright
lad
.
He
doesn
’
t
want
to
stop
along
here
and
have
his
ears
twisted
off
.
That
’
s
a
young
man
who
’
s
going
to
go
a
long
way
,
if
he
’
s
got
any
sense
.
"
"
Very
sensible
,
"
said
the
other
guard
.
He
leaned
the
spear
against
the
wall
.
"
You
Watch
men
make
me
want
to
throw
up
,
"
he
said
conversationally
.
"
Poncing
around
all
the
time
,
never
doing
a
proper
job
of
work
.
Throwing
your
weight
about
as
if
you
counted
for
something
.
So
me
and
Clarence
are
going
to
show
you
what
real
guarding
is
all
about
,
isn
’
t
that
right
?
"
I
could
just
about
manage
one
of
them
,
Vimes
thought
as
he
took
a
few
steps
backward
.
If
he
was
facing
the
other
way
,
at
least
.
Clarence
propped
his
spear
against
the
gateway
and
spat
on
his
hands
.
