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"
Goon
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Colon
awkwardly
,
"
he
kept
on
shivering
,
sort
of
thing
,
and
groaning
on
about
dragons
and
that
.
We
felt
sorry
for
him
,
to
tell
the
truth
.
And
then
he
jumps
up
and
runs
out
of
the
door
for
no
reason
at
all
.
"
Vimes
glanced
at
the
sergeant
’
s
big
,
open
,
dishonest
face
.
"
No
reason
?
"
he
prompted
.
"
Well
,
we
decided
to
have
a
bite
,
so
I
sent
Nobby
out
to
the
baker
’
s
,
see
,
and
,
well
,
we
fought
the
prisoner
ought
to
have
something
to
eat
.
.
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
said
Vimes
encouragingly
.
"
Well
,
when
Nobby
asked
him
if
he
wanted
his
figgin
toasted
,
he
just
give
a
scream
and
ran
off
.
"
"
Just
that
?
"
said
Vimes
.
"
You
didn
’
t
threaten
him
in
any
way
?
"
"
Straight
up
,
Captain
.
Bit
of
a
mystery
,
if
you
ask
me
.
He
kept
going
on
about
someone
called
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
"
"
Hmm
.
"
Vimes
glanced
out
of
the
window
.
Grey
fog
lagged
the
world
with
dim
light
.
"
What
time
is
it
?
"
he
said
.
