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           "Yes.Yes,Isupposeso."

           "Buttheydidn’tresistverymuch,sir,"Carrotpointedout.

           "Well,attemptingtoresistarrest.Ishouldjustleavethemoverbythewalluntilwecomeback.Idon’texpectthey’llwanttogoanywhere."

           "Rightyouare,sir."

           "Don’thurtthem,mind,"saidVimes."Youmustn’thurtprisoners."

           "That’sright,sir,"saidCarrot,conscientiously."PrisonersonceChargedhaveRights,sir.ItsayssointheDignityofMan(CivicRights)Actof1341.IkeeptellingCorporalNobbs.TheyhaveRights,Itellhim.ThismeansyoudonotPuttheBootin."

           "Verywellput,constable."

           Carrotlookeddown."Youhavetherighttoremainsilent,"hesaid."Youhavetherightnottoinjureyourselffallingdownthestepsonthewaytothecells.Youhavetherightnottojumpoutofhighwindows.Youdonothavetosayanything,yousee,butanythingyoudosay,well,Ihavetotakeitdownanditmightbeusedinevidence."Hepulledouthisnotebookandlickedhispencil.Heleaneddownfurther.

           "Pardon?"hesaid.HelookedupatVimes.

           "Howdoyouspell’groan’,sir?"hesaid.

           "G-R-O-N-E,Ithink."

           "Verygood,sir."

           "Oh,andconstable?"

           "Yes,sir?"

           "Whytheaxes?"

           "Theywerearmed,sir.IgotthemfromtheblacksmithinMarketStreet,sir.Isaidyou’dbealonglatertopayforthem."

           "Andthecry?"saidVimesweakly.

           "Dwarfishwaryodel,sir,"saidCarrotproudly.

           "It’sagoodcry,"saidVimes,pickinghiswordswithcare.