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"
Right
,
you
’
ve
asked
for
-
"
one
of
the
guards
began
.
Vimes
’
s
elbow
caught
him
under
his
rib
cage
;
before
he
collapsed
,
Vimes
’
s
foot
kicked
savagely
at
the
other
one
’
s
kneecaps
,
bringing
his
chin
down
ready
for
another
stab
with
the
other
elbow
.
"
Right
,
"
said
Vimes
absently
.
He
rubbed
the
elbow
.
It
was
sheer
agony
.
He
moved
the
cleaver
to
his
other
hand
and
hammered
at
the
chains
again
,
aware
at
the
back
of
his
mind
that
more
guards
were
hurrying
up
,
but
with
that
special
kind
of
run
that
guards
had
.
He
knew
it
well
.
It
was
the
run
that
said
,
there
’
s
a
dozen
of
us
,
let
someone
else
get
there
first
.
It
said
,
he
looks
ready
to
kill
,
no
-
one
’
s
paying
me
to
get
killed
,
maybe
if
I
run
slowly
enough
he
’
ll
get
away
.
.
.
No
point
in
spoiling
a
good
day
by
catching
someone
.
Lady
Ramkin
shook
herself
free
.
A
ragged
cheer
went
up
and
started
to
grow
in
volume
.
Even
in
their
current
state
of
mind
,
the
people
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
always
appreciated
a
performance
.
She
grabbed
a
handful
of
chain
and
wrapped
it
around
one
pudgy
fist
.
"
Some
of
those
guards
don
’
t
know
how
to
treat
-
"
she
began
.
"
No
time
,
no
time
,
"
said
Vimes
,
grabbing
her
arm
.
It
was
like
trying
to
drag
a
mountain
.
The
cheering
stopped
,
abruptly
.
There
was
a
sound
behind
Vimes
.
It
was
not
,
particularly
,
a
loud
noise
.
It
just
had
a
peculiarly
nasty
carrying
quality
.
It
was
the
click
of
four
sets
of
talons
hitting
the
flagstones
at
the
same
time
.
