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He
drew
it
.
Colon
took
it
from
his
hand
,
and
turned
it
over
and
over
in
the
light
from
the
flare
over
the
Drum
’
s
door
.
The
blade
was
dull
and
short
,
and
notched
like
a
saw
.
It
was
well
-
made
and
there
might
have
been
an
inscription
on
it
once
,
but
it
had
long
ago
been
worn
into
indecipherability
by
sheer
use
.
"
It
’
s
a
nice
sword
,
"
he
said
thoughtfully
.
"
Well
-
balanced
.
"
"
But
not
one
for
a
king
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Kings
’
swords
are
big
and
shiny
and
magical
and
have
jewels
on
and
when
you
hold
them
up
they
catch
the
light
,
ting
.
"
"
Ting
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
Yes
.
I
suppose
they
have
to
,
really
.
"
"
I
’
m
just
saying
you
can
’
t
go
round
giving
people
thrones
just
because
of
stuff
like
that
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
That
’
s
what
Captain
Vimes
said
.
"
"
Nice
job
,
mind
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Good
hours
,
kinging
.
"
"
Hmm
?
"
Colon
had
momentarily
been
lost
in
a
little
world
of
speculation
.
Real
kings
had
shiny
swords
,
obviously
.
Except
,
except
,
except
maybe
your
real
real
king
of
,
like
,
days
of
yore
,
he
would
have
a
sword
that
didn
’
t
sparkle
one
bit
but
was
bloody
efficient
at
cutting
things
.
Just
a
thought
.
"
I
say
kinging
’
s
a
good
job
,
"
Nobby
repeated
.
"
Short
hours
.
"
"
Yeah
.
Yeah
.
But
not
long
days
,
"
said
Colon
.
He
gave
Carrot
a
thoughtful
look
.
"
Ah
.
There
’
s
that
,
of
course
.
"
