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"
Well
,
you
might
just
get
it
back
.
Anyway
,
you
know
all
about
voonerables
.
I
’
ve
watched
you
fight
.
"
Carrot
saluted
smartly
.
"
Permission
to
volunteer
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
only
get
twenty
dollars
a
month
training
pay
and
I
don
’
t
mind
at
all
,
sir
.
"
Sergeant
Colon
cleared
his
throat
.
Then
he
straightened
the
hang
of
his
breastplate
.
It
was
one
of
those
with
astonishingly
impressive
pectoral
muscles
embossed
upon
it
.
His
chest
and
stomach
fitted
into
it
in
the
same
way
that
jelly
fits
into
a
mould
.
What
would
Captain
Vimes
do
now
?
Well
,
he
’
d
have
a
drink
.
But
if
he
didn
’
t
have
a
drink
,
what
would
he
do
?
"
What
we
need
,
"
he
said
slowly
,
"
is
a
Plan
.
"
That
sounded
good
.
That
sentence
alone
sounded
worth
the
pay
.
If
you
had
a
Plan
,
you
were
halfway
there
.
And
already
he
thought
he
could
hear
the
cheering
of
crowds
.
They
were
lining
the
streets
,
and
they
were
throwing
flowers
,
and
he
was
being
carried
triumphantly
through
the
grateful
city
.
The
drawback
was
,
he
suspected
,
that
he
was
being
carried
in
an
urn
.
Lupine
Wonse
padded
along
the
draughty
corridors
to
the
Patrician
’
s
bedroom
.
It
had
never
been
a
sumptuous
apartment
at
best
,
and
contained
little
more
than
a
narrow
bed
and
a
few
battered
cupboards
.
It
looked
even
worse
now
,
with
one
wall
gone
.
Sleepwalk
at
night
now
and
you
could
step
right
into
the
vast
cavern
that
was
the
Great
Hall
.
