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said Carrot. 'Everyone follow me.'
The babble stopped as the militia marched, lumbered, trotted and knuckled towards the Day Watch House.
A couple of very large trolls blocked the way. The crowd watched in expectant silence.
Any minute now, Colon thought, someone's going to throw something. And then we're all going to die.
He glanced up. Slowly and jerkily, gargoyle heads were appearing along the gutters. No-one wanted to miss a good fight.'Report to Corporal Nobbs for your weapons. Lance-Constable Detritus will administer the oath.' He stood back. 'Welcome to the Citizens' Watch. Remember, every lance-constable has a fieldmarshal's baton in his knapsack.'
The trolls hadn't moved.
Ain't gonna be inna Watch,' said Bauxite.
'Officer material if ever I saw it,' said Carrot.Carrot nodded at the two trolls.They'd got lichen all over them, Colon noticed.'It's Bluejohn and Bauxite, isn't it?' said Carrot.Bluejohn, despite himself, nodded. Bauxite was tougher, and merely glared.'You're just the sort I was looking for,' Carrot went on.Colon gripped his helmet like a size #10 limpet trying to crawl up into a size #1 shell. Bauxite was an avalanche with feet.'You're conscripted,' said Carrot.Colon peeked out from under the brim.

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wouldn't dare fire that thing in here! That's a siege weapon! It'd go right through the wall!'
'Eventually,' said Nobby.
'What this bit for?' said Detritus.
'Now, look—'
'I hope you keep mind.'
He gently pushed the siege bow away, but Detritus hadn't liked the crack about people and it kept swinging back again.
'Now,' said Carrot, 'I don't like this element of coercion. We're not here to bully this poor man. He's a city employee, just like us. It's very wrong of you to put him in fear. Why not just ask?'
'Sorry, sir,' said Nobby.
Carrot patted the armourer on the shoulder.that thing maintained,' said Nobby. 'Them things were a bugger for metal fatigue. Especially on the safety catch.''What are a safety catch?' said Detritus.Everything went quiet.Carrot found his voice, a long way off.'Corporal Nobbs?''Yessir?''I'll take over from this point, if you don't

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Frost covered the floor and the rows of hanging carcasses on their backwards journey through time. It also covered a Detritus-shapedwith numbers. Equations as complex as a neural network had been scraped in the frost. At some point in the calculation the mathematician had changed from using numbers to using letters, and then letters themselves hadn't been sufficient; brackets like cages enclosed expressions which were to normal mathematics what a city is to a map.
They got simpler as the goal neared – simpler, yet containing in the flowing lines of their simplicity a spartan and wonderful complexity. lump squatting in the middle of the floor.They carried it out into the sunlight.'Should his eyes be flashing on and off like that?' said Dibbler.'Can you hear me?' shouted Cuddy. 'Detritus?'Detritus blinked. Ice slid off him in the day's heat.He could feel the cracking up of the marvellous universe of numbers. The rising temperature hit his thoughts like a flamethrower caressing a snowflake.'Say something!' said Cuddy.Towers of intellect collapsed as the fire roared through Detritus' brain.'Hey, look at this,' said one of the apprentices.The inner walls of the warehouse were covered

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opinion.'
'It wouldn't be so bad if he set some kind of social example,' said Lady Omnius,
'Or even governed,' said Lady Selachii. 'People seem to be able to get away with anything.'
'I admit that the .
He longed for the smell of damp streets and the feel of the cobbles under his cardboard soles. A tray of postprandial drinks was orbiting the table, but Vimes hadn't touched it, because it upset Sybil. And she tried not to show it, and that upset him even more.
The Bearhugger's had worn off. He hated being sober. It meant he started to think. One of the thoughts jostling for space was that there was no such thing as a humble opinion.
He hadn't had much experience with the rich and powerful. Coppers didn't, as a rule. It wasn't that they were less prone to old kings were not necessarily our kind of people, towards the end,' said the Duke of Eorle, 'but at least they stood for something, in my humble opinion. We had a decent city in those days. People were more respectful and knew their place. People put in a decent day's work, they didn't laze around all the time. And we certainly didn't open the gates to whatever riffraff was capable of walking through. And of course we also had law. Isn't that so, captain?'Captain Samuel Vimes stared glassily at a point somewhere to the left and just above the speaker's left ear.Cigar smoke hung almost motionless in the air. Vimes was dimly aware that he'd spent several hours eating too much food in the company of people he didn't like

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right . . . that's it, then, thank you,' said Sergeant Colon, after a while.
'—pro-tect the in-no-cent com-ma—'
'In your own time, Lance-Constable Detritus.'
The sergeant and Constable Cuddy, was a very small, raggedy man, whose beard and hair were so overgrown and matted together that he looked like a ferret peering out of a bush.
'—me brack-et af-ore-said de-it-y brack-et full stop.'
'Oh, no,' he said. 'What're you doing here, Here'n'now? Thank you, Detritus – don't salute - you can sit down now.'
'Mr Carrot brings me in,' said Here'n'now.
'Protective custody, sarge,' said Carrot.
'Again?' Colon unhooked the cell keys from their nail over the desk and tossed cleared his throat and consulted the clipboard again.'Now, Grabber Hoskins has been let out of jail again, so be on the look out, you know what he's like when he's had his celebratory drink, and bloody Coalface the troll beat up four men last night—''—in the caufe of said du-ty com-ma—''Where's Captain Vimes?' demanded Nobby. 'He should be doing this.''Captain Vimes is . . . sorting things out,' said Sergeant Colon. ' 'S'not easy, learning civilianing. Right.' He glanced at his clipboard again, and back to the guardsmen. Men . . . hah.His lips moved as he counted. There, sitting between Nobby