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gonna be inna Watch,' said Bauxite again, but uncertainty modulated his tone.
'You trolls can't leave now,' said Detritus. 'Otherwise, too many dwarfs. That's numbers, that is.'
'I'm not joining any Watch!' said a dwarf.
'Not man enough, eh?' said Cuddy.
'What? I'm as good as any bloody troll any day!'
'Right, that's 'Lance-Constable Bauxite! You horrible big troll! You standing up straight! You saluting right now! You stepping out of the way of Corporal Carrot! You two troll, you come here! Wurn . . . two-er . . . tree . . . four-er! You in the Watch now! Aaargh, I cannot believe it what my eye it seeing! Where you from, Bauxite?'
'Slice Mountain, but—'
'Slice Mountain! Slice Mountain? Only . . .' Detritus losorted out then,' said Carrot, rubbing his hands together. 'Acting-Constable Cuddy?''Sir?''Hey,' said Detritus, 'how come he suddenly full constable?''Since he was in charge of the dwarf recruits,' said Carrot. 'And you're in charge of the troll recruits, Acting-Constable Detritus.''I full acting-constable in charge of the troll recruits?''Of course. Now, if you would step out of the way, Lance-Constable Bauxite—'Behind Carrot, Detritus drew a big proud breath.'Ain't gonna—'

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they happen to say . . . sort of, in passing . . . anything else about dwarfs?' said Cuddy.
'I think we're going to have to go and have a word with the Day Watch about the arrest of Coalface,' Carrot said.
'We ain't got no weapons,' said Colon.
'I'm certain Coalface 'Never heard of it. Bugger off.'
The hatch snapped back. Carrot heard Nobby snigger.
He thumped on the door again.
'Yes?'
'I'm Corporal Carrot—' The hatch moved, but hit Carrot's truncheon has nothing to do with the murder of Hammerhock,' said Carrot. 'We are armed with the truth. What can harm us if we are armed with the truth?''Well, a crossbow bolt can, e.g., go right through your eye and out the back of your head,' said Sergeant Colon.All right, sergeant,' said Carrot, 'so where do we get some more weapons?' The bulk of the Armoury loomed against the sunset.It was strange to find an armoury in a city which relied on deceit, bribery and assimilation to defeat its enemies but, as Sergeant Colon said, once you'd won their weapons off 'em you needed somewhere to store the things.Carrot rapped on the door. After a while there were footsteps, and a small window slid back. A suspicious voice said: 'Yes?''Corporal Carrot, city militia.'

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it work?'
'Oh, yes,' said Leonard. He sighed. 'If you can find one man with the strength of ten men who can turn the handle at about one thousand revolutions a minute.'
The Patrician relaxed,. 'And dwarfs. Clever men and dwarfs who tinker with things.'
'I am so very sorry.'
'They never think.'
'Indeed.'
Lord Vetinari leaned back and stared at the skylight.
'They do things like open the Three Jolly Luck Take-Away Fish Bar in a way which only then drew gentle attention to the foregoing moment of tension.'Now there is in this city,' he said, 'a man with a gonne. He has used it successfully once, and almost succeeded a second time. Could anyone have invented the gonne?''No,' said Leonard. 'I am a genius.' He said it quite simply. It was a statement of fact.'Understood. But once a gonne has been invented, Leonard, how much of a genius need someone be to make the second one?''The rifling technique requires considerable finesse, and the cocking mechanism that slides the bullette assembly is finely balanced, and of course the end of the barrel must be very . . .' Leonard saw the Patrician's expression, and shrugged. 'He must be a clever man,' he said.'This city is full of clever men,' said the Patrician

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Silence followed, for about five seconds. Then Bundo emerged, very fast, and didn't stop running until he reached the docks, where a boat Vimes, in cheerful tones.
'And you haven't changed out of your uniform!'
Vimes looked down, and then up again.
'That's right!' he said brightly.
'The guests will be here any minute. Go on up to your room. There's a tub drawn and Willikins has laid out a suit for you. Get along with you . . .'
'Jolly good!'was leaving on the tide. He ran up the gangplank just before it was pulled up, and became a seaman, and died three years later when an armadillo fell on his head in a far-off country, and in all that time never said what he'd seen. But he did scream a bit whenever he saw a dog.Angua emerged a few seconds later, and trotted away. Lady Sybil Ramkin opened the door and sniffed the night air.'Samuel Vimes! You're drunk!''Not yet! But I hope to be!' said

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furniture and leaving corrosive holes in the carpet, the floor and the cellar ceiling underneath it, they'd be shoved out to fend for themselves.
'We rescued him from a blacksmith in Easy Street,' said Lady Ramkin. 'I said, "My good man, you can use a forge like everyoneelse". Poor little thing.'
'Chubby,' said Vimes. 'Got a light?'
'He's got a blue collar,' said Lady Ramkin.
'Right, yes.'For some reason Lady Sybil, keen of eye in every other respect, persisted in thinking of Corporal Nobbs as a cheeky, lovable rascal. It had always puzzled Sam Vimes. It must be the attraction of opposites. The Ram-kins were more highly bred than a hilltop bakery, whereas Corporal Nobbs had been disqualified from the human race for shoving.
As he walked down the street in his old leather and 'He'll follow you like a lamb if he thinks you've got a charcoal biscuit.''Right.' Vimes patted his pockets.'They're a little bit over-excited in this heat.'Vimes reached down into a pen of hatchlings and picked up a small one, which flapped its stubby wings excitedly. It spurted a brief jet of blue flame. Vimes inhaled quickly.'Sam, I really wish you wouldn't do that.''Sorry.''So if you could get young Carrot and that nice Corporal Nobbs to keep an eye out for—''No problem.'