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The
Patrician
leaned
forward
,
gripping
the
arms
of
his
chair
.
"
I
want
to
be
clear
about
this
,
"
he
said
coldly
.
"
Are
we
to
believe
that
you
are
asking
for
a
petty
wage
increase
and
a
domestic
utensil
?
"
Carrot
whispered
in
Colon
’
s
other
ear
.
Colon
turned
two
bulging
,
watery
-
rimmed
eyes
to
the
dignitaries
.
The
rim
of
his
helmet
was
passing
through
his
fingers
like
a
mill
wheel
.
"
Well
,
"
he
began
,
"
sometimes
,
we
thought
,
you
know
,
when
we
has
our
dinner
break
,
or
when
it
’
s
quite
,
like
,
at
the
end
of
a
watch
as
it
may
be
,
and
we
want
to
relax
a
bit
,
you
know
,
wind
down
.
.
.
"
His
voice
trailed
away
.
"
Yes
?
"
Colon
took
a
deep
breath
.
"
I
suppose
a
dartboard
would
be
out
of
the
question
-
?
"
The
thunderous
silence
that
followed
was
broken
by
an
erratic
snorting
.
Vimes
’
s
helmet
dropped
out
of
his
shaking
hand
.
His
breastplate
wobbled
as
the
suppressed
laughter
of
the
years
burst
out
in
great
uncontrollable
eruptions
.
He
turned
his
face
to
the
row
of
councillors
and
laughed
and
laughed
until
the
tears
came
.
