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"
You
can
use
mine
,
Captain
,
"
said
Carrot
.
He
handed
it
over
.
"
Right
,
"
said
Vimes
quietly
.
He
glared
at
them
.
"
Let
’
s
go
.
"
The
rank
trailed
behind
Vimes
through
the
stricken
streets
.
He
started
to
walk
faster
.
The
rank
started
to
trot
to
keep
up
.
Vimes
began
to
trot
to
keep
ahead
.
The
rank
broke
into
a
canter
.
Then
,
as
if
on
an
unspoken
word
of
command
,
they
broke
into
a
run
.
Then
into
a
gallop
.
People
scurried
away
as
they
rattled
past
.
Carrot
’
s
enormous
sandals
hammered
on
the
cobbles
.
Sparks
flew
up
from
the
scads
of
Nobby
’
s
boots
.
Colon
ran
quietly
for
such
a
fat
man
,
as
fat
men
often
do
,
face
locked
in
a
scowl
of
concentration
.
They
pounded
along
the
Street
of
Cunning
Artificers
,
turned
into
Hogsback
Alley
,
emerged
into
the
Street
of
Small
Gods
and
thundered
towards
the
palace
.
Vimes
kept
barely
in
the
lead
,
mind
currently
empty
of
everything
except
the
need
to
run
and
run
.
At
least
,
nearly
everything
.
But
his
head
buzzed
and
resonated
manically
with
those
of
all
city
guards
everywhere
,
all
the
pavement
-
pounding
meatheads
in
the
multiverse
who
had
ever
,
just
occasionally
,
tried
to
do
what
was
Right
.
