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"
Looks
just
like
any
other
bloody
arrow
to
me
,
Sarge
,
"
said
Nobby
mildly
.
"
That
’
s
the
one
I
shall
use
for
the
actual
wossname
,
the
coup
de
grass
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
Never
let
me
down
,
my
lucky
arrow
didn
’
t
.
Hit
whatever
I
shot
at
.
Hardly
even
had
to
aim
.
If
that
dragon
’
s
got
any
voonerables
,
that
arrow
’
ll
find
’
em
.
"
He
selected
an
identical
-
looking
but
presumably
less
lucky
arrow
and
nocked
it
.
Then
he
looked
around
the
rooftops
with
a
speculative
eye
.
"
Better
get
my
hand
in
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Of
course
,
once
you
learn
you
never
forget
,
it
’
s
like
riding
a
-
riding
a
-
riding
something
you
never
forget
being
able
to
ride
.
"
He
pulled
the
bowstring
back
to
his
ear
,
and
grunted
.
"
Right
,
"
he
wheezed
,
as
his
arm
trembled
with
the
tension
like
a
branch
in
a
gale
.
"
See
the
roof
of
the
Assassins
’
Guild
over
there
?
"
They
peered
through
the
grubby
air
.
"
Right
,
then
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
And
do
you
see
the
weathervane
on
it
?
Do
you
see
it
?
"
Carrot
glanced
at
the
arrowhead
.
It
was
weaving
back
and
forth
in
a
series
of
figure
-
eights
.
"
It
’
s
a
long
way
off
,
Sarge
,
"
said
Nobby
doubtfully
.
"
Never
you
mind
me
,
you
keep
your
eyes
on
the
weathervane
,
"
groaned
the
sergeant
.
