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There
was
a
long
,
terrifying
ululation
.
Vimes
was
amazed
to
realise
it
wasn
’
t
coming
from
him
.
Carrot
appeared
around
the
corner
at
a
dead
run
.
He
had
a
felling
axe
in
either
hand
.
His
huge
leather
sandals
flapped
on
the
cobblestones
as
he
bounded
closer
,
accelerating
all
the
time
.
And
all
the
time
there
was
this
cry
,
deedahdeedahdeedah
,
like
something
caught
in
a
trap
at
the
bottom
of
a
two
-
tone
echo
canyon
.
The
two
palace
guards
stood
rigid
with
astonishment
.
"
I
should
duck
,
if
I
was
you
,
"
said
Vimes
from
near
ground
level
.
The
two
axes
left
Carrot
’
s
hands
and
whirred
through
the
air
making
a
noise
like
a
brace
of
partridges
.
One
of
them
hit
the
palace
gate
,
burying
half
the
head
in
the
woodwork
.
The
other
one
hit
the
shaft
of
the
first
one
,
and
split
it
.
Then
Carrot
arrived
.
Vimes
went
and
sat
down
on
a
nearby
bench
for
a
while
,
and
rolled
himself
a
cigarette
.
Eventually
he
said
,
"
I
think
that
’
s
about
enough
,
constable
.
I
think
they
’
d
like
to
come
quietly
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
What
are
they
accused
of
,
sir
?
"
said
Carrot
,
holding
one
limp
body
in
either
hand
.
"
Assaulting
an
officer
of
the
Watch
in
the
execution
of
his
duty
and
.
.
.
oh
,
yes
.
Resisting
arrest
.
"
