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There
was
an
awkward
pause
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
Vimes
was
aware
of
Nobby
nudging
the
sergeant
in
the
ribs
.
Eventually
Colon
stumbled
forward
and
ripped
off
another
salute
.
"
Permission
to
speak
,
sir
,
"
he
muttered
.
The
Patrician
nodded
graciously
.
The
sergeant
coughed
.
He
removed
his
helmet
and
pulled
out
a
scrap
of
paper
.
"
Er
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
thing
is
,
saving
your
honour
’
s
presence
,
we
think
,
you
know
,
what
with
saving
the
city
and
everything
,
or
sort
of
,
or
,
what
I
mean
is
.
.
.
we
just
had
a
go
you
see
,
man
on
the
spot
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
.
.
the
thing
is
,
we
reckon
we
’
re
entitled
.
If
you
catch
my
drift
.
"
The
assembled
company
nodded
.
This
was
exactly
how
it
should
be
.
"
Do
go
on
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
So
we
,
like
,
put
our
heads
together
,
"
said
the
sergeant
.
"
A
bit
of
a
cheek
,
I
know
.
.
.
"
"
Please
carry
on
,
Sergeant
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
You
needn
’
t
keep
stopping
.
We
are
well
aware
of
the
magnitude
of
the
matter
.
"
"
Right
,
sir
.
Well
,
sir
.
First
,
it
’
s
the
wages
.
"
"
The
wages
?
"
said
Lord
Vetinari
.
He
stared
at
Vimes
,
who
stared
at
nothing
.
