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Colon
fired
.
They
watched
the
arrow
rise
straight
and
true
.
Vimes
half
-
ran
,
half
-
staggered
over
the
damp
cobbles
,
out
of
breath
and
out
of
time
.
It
can
’
t
be
like
this
,
he
thought
wildly
.
The
hero
always
cuts
it
fine
,
but
he
always
get
there
just
in
the
nick
of
time
.
Only
the
nick
of
time
was
probably
five
minutes
ago
.
And
I
’
m
not
a
hero
.
I
’
m
out
of
condition
,
and
I
need
a
drink
,
and
I
get
a
handful
of
dollars
a
month
without
plumes
allowance
.
That
’
s
not
hero
’
s
pay
.
Heroes
get
kingdoms
and
princesses
,
and
they
take
regular
exercise
,
and
when
they
smile
the
light
glints
off
their
teeth
,
ting
.
The
bastards
.
Sweat
stung
his
eyes
.
The
rush
of
adrenaline
that
had
carried
him
out
of
the
palace
had
spent
itself
,
and
was
now
exacting
its
inevitable
toll
.
He
stumbled
to
a
halt
,
and
grabbed
a
wall
to
keep
him
upright
while
he
gasped
for
air
.
And
thus
he
saw
the
figures
on
the
rooftop
.
Oh
,
no
!
he
thought
.
They
’
re
not
heroes
either
!
What
do
they
think
they
’
re
playing
at
?
It
was
a
million
-
to
-
one
chance
.
And
who
was
to
say
that
,
somewhere
in
the
millions
of
other
possible
universes
,
it
might
not
have
worked
?
That
was
the
sort
of
thing
the
gods
really
liked
.
But
Chance
,
who
sometimes
can
overrule
even
the
gods
,
has
999
,
999
casting
votes
.
