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Colon
tried
to
indicate
by
his
expression
that
he
didn
’
t
.
"
Do
you
think
that
’
s
a
good
idea
,
sir
?
"
he
ventured
.
Vimes
gave
him
a
blank
look
.
"
Yes
,
Sergeant
,
I
do
.
It
was
one
of
mine
,
"
he
said
coldly
.
"
Now
go
and
see
toil
.
"
When
he
was
left
to
himself
Vimes
washed
and
shaved
in
cold
water
,
and
then
rummaged
in
his
campaign
chest
until
he
unearthed
his
ceremonial
breastplate
and
red
cloak
.
Well
,
the
cloak
had
been
red
once
,
and
still
was
,
here
and
there
,
although
most
of
it
resembled
a
small
net
used
very
successfully
for
catching
moths
.
There
was
also
a
helmet
,
defiantly
without
plumes
,
from
which
the
molecule
-
thick
gold
leaf
had
long
ago
peeled
.
He
’
d
started
saving
up
for
a
new
cloak
,
once
.
Whatever
had
happened
to
the
money
?
There
was
no
-
one
in
the
guardroom
.
Errol
lay
in
the
wreckage
of
the
fourth
fruit
box
Nobby
had
scrounged
for
him
.
The
rest
had
all
been
eaten
,
or
had
dissolved
.
In
the
warm
silence
the
everlasting
rumbling
of
his
stomach
sounded
especially
loud
.
Occasionally
he
whimpered
.
"
What
’
s
up
with
you
,
boy
?
"
he
said
.
The
door
creaked
open
.
Carrot
came
in
,
saw
Vines
hunkered
down
by
the
ravaged
box
,
and
saluted
.
"
We
’
re
a
bit
worried
about
him
,
Captain
,
"
he
volunteered
.
"
He
hasn
’
t
eaten
his
coal
.
Just
lies
there
twitching
and
whining
all
the
time
.
You
don
’
t
think
something
’
s
wrong
with
him
,
do
you
?
"
