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They
were
accidentally
setting
foot
in
it
now
.
Not
very
reliably
.
It
had
been
a
trying
night
,
and
they
had
been
steadying
their
nerves
.
They
were
now
so
steady
that
all
four
were
relying
on
the
other
three
to
keep
them
upright
and
steer
.
Captain
Vimes
passed
the
bottle
back
to
the
sergeant
.
"
Shame
on
,
on
,
on
,
"
he
thought
for
a
bit
,
"
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Drun
’
in
fron
’
of
a
super
,
super
,
superererer
ofisiler
.
"
The
sergeant
tried
to
speak
,
but
could
only
come
out
with
a
series
of
esses
.
"
Put
yoursel
’
onna
charge
,
"
said
Captain
Vimes
,
rebounding
off
a
wall
.
He
glared
at
the
brickwork
.
"
This
wall
assaulted
me
,
"
he
declared
.
"
Hah
!
Think
you
’
re
tough
,
eh
!
Well
,
’
m
a
ofisler
of
,
of
,
of
the
Law
,
I
’
llhaveyouknow
,
and
we
don
’
take
any
,
any
,
any
.
"
He
blinked
slowly
,
once
or
twice
.
"
What
’
s
it
we
don
’
take
any
of
,
Sar
’
nt
?
"
he
said
.
"
Chances
,
sir
?
"
said
Colon
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
.
S
’
other
stuff
.
Never
mind
.
Anyway
,
we
don
’
take
any
of
,
of
,
of
it
from
anyone
.
"
Vague
visions
were
trotting
through
his
mind
,
of
a
room
full
of
criminal
types
,
people
that
had
jeered
at
him
,
people
whose
very
existence
had
offended
and
taunted
him
for
years
,
lying
around
and
groaning
.
He
was
a
little
unclear
how
it
had
happened
,
but
some
almost
forgotten
part
of
him
,
some
much
younger
Vimes
with
a
bright
shining
breastplate
and
big
hopes
,
a
Vimes
he
thought
the
alcohol
had
long
ago
drowned
,
was
suddenly
restless
.
"
Shallie
,
shallie
,
shallie
tell
you
something
,
Sarn
’
t
?
"
he
said
.
