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They
nodded
.
The
weathervane
was
in
the
shape
of
a
creeping
man
with
a
big
cloak
;
his
outstretched
dagger
was
always
turned
to
stab
the
wind
.
At
this
distance
,
though
,
it
was
tiny
.
"
Okay
,
"
panted
Colon
.
"
Now
,
d
’
you
see
the
man
’
s
eye
?
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Shutup
,
shutup
,
shutup
!
"
groaned
Colon
.
"
Do
you
see
it
,
I
said
!
"
"
I
think
I
can
see
it
,
Sarge
,
"
said
Carrot
loyally
.
"
Right
.
Right
,
"
said
the
sergeant
,
swaying
backwards
and
forwards
with
effort
.
"
Right
.
Good
lad
.
Okay
.
Now
keep
an
eye
on
it
,
right
?
"
He
grunted
,
and
loosed
the
arrow
.
Several
things
happened
so
fast
that
they
will
have
to
be
recounted
in
stop
-
motion
prose
.
Probably
the
first
was
the
bowstring
slapping
into
the
soft
inner
part
of
Colon
’
s
wrist
,
causing
him
to
scream
and
drop
the
bow
.
This
had
no
effect
on
the
path
of
the
arrow
,
which
was
already
flying
straight
and
true
towards
a
gargoyle
on
the
rooftop
just
across
the
road
.
It
hit
it
on
the
ear
,
bounced
,
ricocheted
off
a
wall
six
feet
away
,
and
headed
back
towards
Colon
apparently
at
a
slightly
increased
speed
,
going
past
his
ear
with
a
silky
humming
noise
.
It
vanished
in
the
direction
of
the
city
walls
.
