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"
A
million
to
one
,
I
reckon
,
"
said
Carrot
virtuously
.
Colon
glared
at
them
.
"
Listen
,
lads
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
’
re
not
winding
me
up
,
are
you
?
"
Carrot
looked
down
at
the
plaza
below
them
.
"
Oh
,
bloody
hell
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
Wassat
?
"
said
Colon
urgently
,
looking
around
.
"
They
’
re
chaining
a
woman
to
a
rock
!
"
The
rank
stared
over
the
parapet
.
The
huge
and
silent
crowd
that
lined
the
plaza
stared
too
,
at
a
white
figure
struggling
between
half
a
dozen
palace
guards
.
"
Wonder
where
they
got
the
rock
from
?
"
said
Colon
.
"
We
’
re
on
loam
here
,
you
know
.
"
"
Fine
strapping
wench
,
whoever
she
is
,
"
said
Nobby
approvingly
,
as
one
of
the
guards
wheeled
off
bow
-
legged
and
collapsed
.
"
That
’
s
one
lad
who
won
’
t
know
what
to
do
with
his
evenin
’
s
for
a
few
weeks
.
Got
a
mean
right
knee
,
so
she
has
.
"
