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"
What
did
you
say
to
him
?
"
"
I
just
explained
how
it
was
the
duty
of
all
good
citizens
to
help
the
guard
at
all
times
,
"
said
Carrot
innocently
,
"
and
I
thanked
him
for
his
co
-
operation
.
"
"
Yeah
,
and
the
rest
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
No
,
that
was
all
I
said
.
"
"
Then
you
must
have
a
really
convincing
tone
of
voice
.
"
"
Ah
.
Well
,
make
the
most
of
it
,
lads
,
while
it
lasts
,
"
said
Colon
.
They
drank
thoughtfully
.
It
was
a
moment
of
supreme
peace
,
a
few
minutes
snatched
from
the
realities
of
real
life
.
It
was
a
brief
bite
of
stolen
fruit
and
enjoyed
as
such
.
No
-
one
in
the
whole
city
seemed
to
be
fighting
or
stabbing
or
making
affray
and
,
just
for
now
,
it
was
possible
to
believe
that
this
wonderful
state
of
affairs
might
continue
.
And
even
if
it
didn
’
t
,
then
there
were
memories
to
get
them
through
.
Of
running
,
and
people
getting
out
of
the
way
.
Of
the
looks
on
the
faces
of
the
horrible
palace
guard
.
Of
,
when
all
the
thieves
and
heroes
and
gods
had
failed
,
of
being
there
.
Of
nearly
doing
things
nearly
right
.
Nobby
shoved
the
pot
on
a
convenient
window
sill
,
stamped
some
life
back
into
his
feet
and
blew
on
his
fingers
.
A
brief
fumble
in
the
dark
recesses
of
his
ear
produced
a
fragment
of
cigarette
.
"
What
a
time
,
eh
?
"
said
Colon
contentedly
,
as
the
flare
of
a
match
illuminated
the
three
of
them
.
