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"
We
don
’
t
want
guards
ordering
us
about
!
"
"
Quis
custodiet
custard
?
"
"
Yeah
?
Right
!
"
Vimes
pulled
the
sergeant
towards
him
.
"
Go
and
organise
some
rope
.
Lots
of
rope
.
As
thick
as
possible
.
I
suppose
we
can
-
oh
,
tie
its
wings
together
,
maybe
,
and
bind
up
its
mouth
so
it
can
’
t
flame
.
"
Colon
peered
at
him
.
"
Are
you
serious
,
sir
?
We
’
re
really
going
to
arrest
it
?
"
"
Doit
!
"
It
’
s
been
arrested
,
he
thought
,
as
he
pushed
his
way
forward
.
Personally
I
would
have
preferred
it
to
drop
in
the
sea
,
but
it
’
s
been
arrested
and
now
we
’
ve
got
to
deal
with
it
or
let
it
go
free
.
He
felt
his
own
feelings
about
the
bloody
thing
evaporate
in
the
face
of
the
mob
.
What
could
you
do
with
it
?
Give
it
a
fair
trial
,
he
thought
,
and
then
execute
it
.
Not
kill
it
.
That
’
s
what
heroes
do
out
in
the
wilderness
.
You
can
’
t
think
like
that
in
cities
.
Or
rather
,
you
can
,
but
if
you
’
re
going
to
then
you
might
as
well
burn
the
whole
place
down
right
now
and
start
again
.
You
ought
to
do
it
.
.
.
well
,
by
the
book
.
