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"
You
’
ve
got
no
proof
at
all
,
"
whispered
Wonse
.
"
Of
course
I
haven
’
t
.
The
way
someone
runs
.
The
eager
tone
of
voice
.
That
’
s
all
.
But
that
doesn
’
t
matter
,
does
it
?
Because
it
wouldn
’
t
matter
even
if
I
did
have
proof
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
There
’
s
no
-
one
to
take
it
to
.
And
you
can
’
t
give
me
my
job
back
.
"
"
I
can
!
"
said
Wonse
.
"
I
can
,
and
you
needn
’
t
just
be
captain
-
"
"
You
can
’
t
give
me
my
job
back
,
"
repeated
Vimes
.
"
It
was
never
yours
to
take
away
.
I
was
never
an
officer
of
the
city
,
or
an
officer
of
the
king
,
or
an
officer
of
the
Patrician
.
I
was
an
officer
of
the
law
.
It
might
have
been
corrupted
and
bent
,
but
it
was
law
,
of
a
sort
.
There
isn
’
t
any
law
now
except
:
’
you
’
ll
get
burned
alive
if
you
don
’
t
watch
out
’
.
Where
’
s
the
place
in
there
for
me
?
"
Wonse
darted
forward
and
grabbed
him
by
the
arm
.
"
But
you
can
help
me
!
"
he
said
.
"
There
may
be
a
way
to
destroy
the
dragon
,
d
’
you
see
,
or
at
least
we
can
help
people
,
channel
things
to
mitigate
the
worst
of
it
,
somehow
find
a
meeting
point
-
"
Vimes
’
s
blow
caught
Wonse
on
the
cheek
and
spun
him
around
.
"
The
dragon
’
s
here
,
"
he
snapped
.
"
You
can
’
t
channel
it
or
persuade
it
or
negotiate
with
it
.
There
’
s
no
truce
with
dragons
.
You
brought
it
.
here
and
we
’
re
stuck
with
it
,
you
bastard
.
"
Wonse
lowered
his
hand
from
the
bright
white
mark
where
the
punch
had
connected
.
