Стража! Стража!

           Carrotgulped.Orderswereorders,yes,butthiswassomethingelse.Thepeopleinthiscitywerecapableofanything.

           Hebuckledonhisbreastplate,screwedhissparklinghelmetontohishead,andstrodetowardsthedoor.

           Thenherememberedhisresponsibilities.Hewentbacktothedesk,foundascrapofpaper,andpainstakinglywrote:OutFightingCrime,PleassCallAgainLater.Thankyou.

           Andthenhewentoutontothestreets,untarnishedandunafraid.

           TheSupremeGrandMasterraisedhisarms."Brethren,"hesaid,"letusbegin..."Itwassoeasy.AllyouhadtodowaschannelthatgreatsepticreservoirofjealousyandcringingresentmentthattheBrothershadinsuchabundance,harnesstheirdreadfulmundaneunpleasantnesswhichhadaforcegreaterinitswaythanroaringevil,andthenopenyourownmind...

           ...intotheplacewherethedragonswent.

           Vimesfoundhimselfgrabbedbythearmandpulledinside.Theheavydoorshutbehindhimwithadefiniteclick.

           "It’sLordMountjoyGayscaleTalonthrustIIIofAnkh,"saidtheapparition,whichwasdressedinhugeandfearsomely-paddedarmour."Youknow,Ireallydon’tthinkhecancutthemustard."

           "Hecan’t?"saidVimes,backingaway.

           "Itreallyneedstwoofyou."

           "Itdoes,doesn’tit,"whisperedVimes,hisshoulderbladestryingtocarvetheirwayoutthroughthefence.

           "Couldyouoblige?"boomedthething.

           "What?"

           "Oh,don’tbesqueamish,man.Youjusthavetohelphimupintotheair.It’smewhohasthetrickypart.