Стража! Стража!

           Jollygood.

           Heslumpedforward.

           TheLibrarianleanedcautiouslyoverthetopofthebookcaseandunfoldedanarmintothedarkness.

           Thereitwas.

           Histhickfingernailsgraspedthespineofthebook,pulleditgentlyfromitsshelfandhoisteditup.Heraisedthelanterncarefully.

           Nodoubtaboutit.TheSummoningofDragons.Singlecopy,firstedition,slightlyfoxedandextremelydragoned.

           Hesetthelampdownbesidehim,andbegantoreadthefirstpage.

           "Mmm?"saidVimes,wakingup.

           "Brungyouanicecupoftea,Cap’n,"saidSergeantColon."Andafiggin."

           Vimeslookedathimblankly.

           "You’vebeenasleep,"saidSergeantColonhelpfully."YouwassparkoutwhenCarrotbroughtyouback."

           Vimeslookedaroundatthenow-familiarsurroundingsoftheYard."Oh,"hesaid.

           "MeandNobbyhavebeendoingsomedetector-ing,"saidColon."Youknowthathousethatgotmelted?Well,no-onelivesthere.It’sjustroomsthatgethiredout.Sowefoundoutwhohiresthem.There’sacaretakerwhogoesalongeverynighttoputthechairsawayandlockup.Hewasn’thalfcreatingaboutitbeingburneddown.Youknowwhatcaretakersarelike."

           Hestoodback,waitingfortheapplause.

           "Welldone,"saidVimesdutifully,dunkingthefigginintothetea.

           "There’sthreesocietiesuseit,"saidColon.Heextractedhisnotebook."Towit,viz,TheAnkh-MorporkFineArtAppreciationSociety,hemhem,theMorporkFolk-DanceandSongClub,andtheElucidatedBrethrenoftheEbonNight."

           "Whyhemhem?"saidVimes.

           "Well,youknow.FineArt.