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The
older
men
sat
in
miserable
silence
as
Carrot
macerated
his
way
through
the
cake
like
a
bucket
-
wheel
rockcrusher
in
a
chalk
pit
.
Even
if
it
had
been
the
lightest
of
souffles
they
wouldn
’
t
have
had
any
appetite
.
They
were
contemplating
life
without
the
captain
.
It
was
going
to
be
bleak
,
even
without
dragons
.
Say
what
you
liked
about
Captain
Vimes
,
he
’
d
had
style
.
It
was
a
cynical
,
black
-
nailed
style
,
but
he
’
d
had
it
and
they
didn
’
t
.
He
could
read
long
words
and
add
up
.
Even
that
was
style
,
of
a
sort
.
He
even
got
drunk
in
style
.
They
’
d
been
trying
to
drag
the
minutes
out
,
trying
to
stretch
out
the
time
.
But
the
night
had
come
.
There
was
no
hope
for
them
.
They
were
going
to
have
to
go
out
on
the
streets
.
It
was
six
of
the
clock
.
And
all
wasn
’
t
well
.
"
I
miss
Errol
,
too
,
"
said
Carrot
"
He
was
the
captain
’
s
,
really
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Anyway
,
Lady
Ramkin
’
ll
know
how
to
look
after
him
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
as
though
we
could
leave
anything
around
,
either
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
I
mean
,
even
the
lamp
oil
.
He
even
drank
the
lamp
oil
.
"
