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"
But
it
’
s
sodding
enormous
!
"
said
Nobby
.
Vimes
coughed
urgently
.
Nobby
’
s
rodent
eyes
slid
sideways
to
Sybil
Ramkin
,
who
blushed
like
a
sunset
.
"
A
fine
figure
of
a
dragon
,
I
mean
,
"
he
said
quickly
.
"
Er
.
Wide
,
egg
-
bearing
hips
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
anxiously
.
"
Statueskew
,
"
Nobby
added
fervently
.
"
Shut
up
,
"
said
Vimes
.
He
brushed
the
dust
off
the
remains
of
his
uniform
,
adjusted
the
hang
of
his
breastplate
,
and
set
his
helmet
on
squarely
.
He
patted
it
firmly
.
This
wasn
’
t
where
it
ended
,
he
knew
that
.
This
was
where
it
all
got
started
.
"
You
men
come
with
me
.
Come
on
,
hurry
!
While
everyone
’
s
still
watching
them
,
"
he
added
.
"
But
what
about
the
king
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Or
queen
?
Or
whatever
it
is
now
?
"
Vimes
stared
at
the
rapidly
shrinking
shapes
.
"
I
really
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
up
to
Errol
,
I
suppose
.
We
’
ve
got
other
things
to
do
.
"
.
Colon
saluted
,
still
fighting
for
breath
.
"
Where
we
going
,
sir
?
"
he
managed
.
"
To
the
palace
.
Any
of
you
still
got
a
sword
?
"
