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Far
ahead
of
them
a
handful
of
palace
guards
drew
their
swords
,
took
a
second
look
,
thought
better
of
it
,
darted
back
inside
the
wall
and
started
to
close
the
gates
.
They
clanged
together
as
Vimes
arrived
.
He
hesitated
,
panting
for
breath
,
and
looked
at
the
massive
things
.
The
ones
that
the
dragon
had
burned
had
been
replaced
by
gates
even
more
forbidding
.
From
behind
them
came
the
sound
of
bolts
sliding
back
.
This
was
no
time
for
half
measures
.
He
was
a
captain
,
godsdammit
.
An
officer
.
Things
like
this
didn
’
t
present
a
problem
for
an
officer
.
Officers
had
a
tried
and
tested
way
of
solving
problems
like
this
.
It
was
called
a
sergeant
.
"
Sergeant
Colon
!
"
he
snapped
,
his
mind
still
buzzing
with
universal
policemanhood
,
"
shoot
the
lock
off
!
"
The
sergeant
hesitated
.
"
What
,
sir
?
With
a
bow
and
arrow
,
sir
?
"
"
I
mean
-
"
Vimes
hesitated
.
"
I
mean
,
open
these
gates
!
"
"
Sir
!
"
Colon
saluted
.
He
glared
at
the
gates
for
a
moment
.
"
Right
!
"
he
barked
.
"
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
,
one
stepa
forwarda
,
take
!
Lance
-
constable
Carrot
,
inna
youra
owna
timer
!
Open
these
gatesa
!
"
"
Yes
,
sir
!
"
Carrot
stepped
forward
,
saluted
,
folded
an
enormous
hand
into
a
fist
and
rapped
gently
on
the
woodwork
.
