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It
translated
-
according
to
Sergeant
Colon
,
who
had
served
in
foreign
parts
and
considered
himself
an
expert
on
languages
-
as
’
To
Protect
and
to
Serve
’
.
Yes
.
Being
a
guard
must
have
meant
something
,
once
.
Sergeant
Colon
,
he
thought
,
as
he
stumbled
into
the
musty
gloom
.
Now
there
was
a
man
who
liked
the
dark
.
Sergeant
Colon
owed
thirty
years
of
happy
marriage
to
the
fact
that
Mrs
Colon
worked
all
day
and
Sergeant
Colon
worked
all
night
.
They
communicated
by
means
of
notes
.
He
got
her
tea
ready
before
he
left
at
night
,
she
left
his
breakfast
nice
and
hot
in
the
oven
in
the
mornings
.
They
had
three
grown
-
up
children
,
all
born
,
Vimes
had
assumed
,
as
a
result
of
extremely
persuasive
handwriting
.
And
Corporal
Nobbs
.
.
.
well
,
anyone
like
Nobby
had
unlimited
reasons
for
not
wishing
to
be
seen
by
other
people
.
You
didn
’
t
have
to
think
hard
about
that
.
The
only
reason
you
couldn
’
t
say
that
Nobby
was
close
to
the
animal
kingdom
was
that
the
animal
kingdom
would
get
up
and
walk
away
.
And
then
,
of
course
,
there
was
himself
.
Just
a
skinny
,
unshaven
collection
of
bad
habits
marinated
in
alcohol
.
And
that
was
the
Night
Watch
.
Just
the
three
of
them
.
Once
there
had
been
dozens
,
hundreds
.
And
now
-
just
three
.
Vimes
fumbled
his
way
up
the
stairs
,
groped
his
way
into
his
office
,
slumped
into
the
primeval
leather
chair
with
its
prolapsed
stuffing
,
scrabbled
at
the
bottom
drawer
,
grabbed
bottle
,
bit
cork
,
tugged
,
spat
out
cork
,
drank
.
Began
his
day
.
The
world
swam
into
focus
.
Life
is
just
chemicals
.
A
drop
here
,
a
drip
there
,
everything
’
s
changed
.
A
mere
dribble
of
fermented
juices
and
suddenly
you
’
re
going
to
live
another
few
hours
.
Once
,
in
the
days
when
this
had
been
a
respectable
district
,
some
hopeful
owner
of
the
tavern
next
door
had
paid
a
wizard
a
considerable
sum
of
money
for
an
illuminated
sign
,
every
letter
a
different
colour
.
Now
it
worked
erratically
and
sometimes
short
-
circuited
in
the
damp
.
At
the
moment
the
E
was
a
garish
pink
and
flashed
on
and
off
at
random
.
