Стража! Стража!

           Ifthatwasn’twhatitwas,thenthehornblowerwassoongoingtobeintrouble,becausethedragongaveVimesasmoulderinglook,unfoldeditsenormouswings,leaptheavilyintotheairand,againstalltherulesofaeronautics,flewslowlyawayinthedirectionofthesound.

           Nothingintheworldshouldhavebeenabletoflylikethat.Thewingsthumpedupanddownwithanoiselikepottedthunder,butthedragonmovedasthoughitwasidlyscullingthroughtheair.Ifitstoppedflapping,themovementsuggested,itwouldsimplyglidetoahalt.Itfloated,notflew.Forsomethingthesizeofabarnwithanarmour-platedhide,itwasaprettygoodtrick.

           Itpassedovertheirheadslikeabarge,headingforthePlazaofBrokenMoons.

           "Followit!"shoutedLadyRamkin.

           "That’snotright,itflyinglikethat.I’mprettysurethere’ssomethinginoneoftheWitchcraftLaws,"saidCarrot,takingouthisnotebook."Andit’sdamagedtheroof.It’sreallypilinguptheoffences,youknow."

           "Youallright,Captain?"saidSergeantColon.

           "Icouldseerightupitsnose,"saidCaptainVimesdreamily.Hiseyesfocusedontheworriedfaceofthesergeant."Where’sitgone?"hedemanded.Colonpointedalongthestreet.

           Vimesgloweredattheshapedisappearingovertherooftops.

           "Followit!"hesaid.

           Thehornsoundedagain.

           Otherpeoplewerehurryingtowardstheplaza.Thedragondriftedaheadofthemlikeasharkheadingtowardsawaywardairbed,itstailflickingslowlyfromsidetoside.

           "Someloonyisgoingtofightit!"saidNobby.