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"
He
’
s
not
even
armed
!
"
shrieked
Wonse
.
"
Worst
kind
,
that
,
"
said
one
of
the
guards
,
with
deep
stoicism
.
"
They
leap
up
,
see
,
and
grab
one
of
the
ornamental
swords
behind
the
shield
over
the
fireplace
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
said
another
,
suspiciously
.
"
And
then
they
chucks
a
chair
at
you
.
"
"
There
’
s
no
fireplace
!
There
’
s
no
sword
!
There
’
s
only
him
!
Now
take
him
!
"
screamed
Wonse
.
A
couple
of
guards
grabbed
Vimes
tentatively
by
the
shoulders
.
"
You
’
re
not
going
to
do
anything
heroic
,
are
you
?
"
whispered
one
of
them
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
know
where
to
start
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
.
Right
.
"
As
Vimes
was
hauled
away
he
heard
Wonse
breaking
into
insane
laughter
.
They
always
did
,
your
gloaters
.
But
he
was
correct
about
one
thing
.
Vimes
didn
’
t
have
a
plan
.
He
hadn
’
t
thought
much
about
what
was
going
to
happen
next
.
He
’
d
been
a
fool
,
he
told
himself
,
to
think
that
you
just
had
a
confrontation
and
that
was
the
end
of
it
.
