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Sergeant
Colon
looked
around
at
the
forest
of
chimneys
.
"
We
’
re
just
above
Jimkin
Bearhugger
’
s
whisky
distillery
,
"
he
said
.
"
On
a
direct
line
,
see
,
between
the
palace
and
the
plaza
.
It
’
s
bound
to
fly
over
here
.
"
Nobby
looked
wistfully
over
the
side
of
the
building
.
"
I
bin
in
there
once
,
"
he
said
.
"
Checked
the
door
one
dark
night
and
it
just
came
open
in
my
hand
.
"
"
Eventually
,
I
expect
,
"
said
Colon
sourly
.
"
Well
,
I
had
to
go
in
,
din
’
t
I
,
to
check
there
was
no
miscreanting
going
on
.
Amazing
place
in
there
.
All
pipes
and
stuff
.
And
the
smell
!
"
"
’
Every
bottle
matured
for
up
to
seven
minutes
’
,
"
quoted
Colon
.
"
’
Ha
’
a
drop
afore
ye
go
’
,
it
says
on
the
label
.
Damn
right
,
too
.
I
had
a
drop
once
,
and
I
went
all
day
.
"
He
knelt
down
and
unwrapped
the
long
sacking
package
he
had
been
manhandling
,
with
extreme
difficulty
,
during
the
climb
.
This
revealed
a
longbow
of
ancient
design
and
a
quiver
of
arrows
.
He
picked
up
the
bow
slowly
,
reverentially
,
and
ran
his
pudgy
fingers
along
it
.
"
You
know
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
I
was
damn
good
with
this
,
when
I
were
a
lad
.
The
captain
should
of
let
me
have
a
go
the
other
night
.
"
