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"
Could
be
sir
,
"
said
Colon
uncertainly
.
"
Could
be
.
He
was
up
on
the
rubble
like
a
shot
,
sir
,
grabbed
it
by
a
wing
and
said
’
You
’
re
nicked
,
chummy
’
,
sir
.
Couldn
’
t
believe
it
,
sir
.
Sir
,
the
thing
is
.
.
.
"
"
Well
?
"
The
sergeant
hopped
from
one
foot
to
the
other
.
"
You
know
you
said
prisoners
weren
’
t
to
be
molested
,
sir
.
.
.
"
It
was
quite
a
large
and
heavy
roof
timber
and
it
scythed
quite
slowly
through
the
air
,
but
when
it
hit
people
they
rolled
backwards
and
stayed
hit
.
"
Now
look
,
"
said
Carrot
,
hauling
it
in
and
pushing
back
his
helmet
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
to
tell
anyone
again
,
right
?
"
Vimes
shouldered
his
way
through
the
dense
crowd
,
staring
at
the
bulky
figure
atop
the
mound
of
rubble
and
dragon
.
Carrot
turned
slowly
,
the
roof
beam
held
like
a
staff
.
His
gaze
was
like
a
lighthouse
beam
.
Where
it
fell
,
the
crowd
lowered
their
weapons
and
looked
merely
sullen
and
uncomfortable
.
"
I
must
warn
you
,
"
Carrot
went
on
,
"
that
interfering
with
an
officer
in
the
execution
of
his
duty
is
a
serious
offence
.
And
I
shall
come
down
like
a
ton
of
bricks
on
the
very
next
person
who
throws
a
stone
.
"
A
stone
bounced
off
the
back
of
his
helmet
.
There
was
a
barrage
of
jeers
.
"
Let
us
at
it
!
"
"
That
’
s
right
!
"
