Стража! Стража!

           Time,neglectandtherippingoutoftheseatstoallowitsfrequentusetotransportdragonstoshowshadtakentheirtoll,butitstillreekedofprivilege,styleand,ofcourse,dragons.

           "Whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?"saidColon,asitrattledoffthroughthefog.

           "Wavin’,"saidNobby,gesturinggraciouslytothebillowsaroundthem.

           "Disgusting,thissortofthing,really,"musedSergeantColon."Peoplegoin’aroundincoacheslikethiswhenthere’speoplewithnorooftotheirheads."

           "It’sLadyRamkin’scoach,"saidNobby."She’sallright."

           "Well,yes,butwhataboutherancestors,eh?Youdon’tgetbighousesandcarriageswithoutgrindin’thefacesofthepoorabit."

           "You’rejustannoyedbecauseyourmissushasbeenembroideringcrownsonherundies,"saidNobby.

           "That’sgotnothingtodowithit,"saidSergeantColonindignantly."I’vealwaysbeenveryfirmontherightsofman."

           "Anddwarf,"saidCarrot.

           "Yeah,right,"saidthesergeantuncertainly."Butallthisbusinessaboutkingsandlords,it’sagainstbasichumandignity.We’reallbornequal.Itmakesmesick."

           "Neverheardyoutalklikethisbefore,Frederick,"saidNobby.

           "It’sSergeantColontoyou,Nobby."

           "Sorry,Sergeant."

           ThefogitselfwasshapinguptobearealAnkh-Morporkautumngumbo.*Vimessquintedthroughitasthedropletsbuckleddowntoagoodday’sworksoakinghimtotheskin.

           "Icanjustmakehimout,"hesaid."Turnlefthere."

           "Anyideaswhereweare?"saidLadyRamkin.