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           "Why?Hedidn’tlookinanyshapetorunanywhere."

           "Well,whenwegotbackhere,wesathimdownbythefireandwrappedhimupbecausehekeptonshivering,"saidSergeantColon,asVimesbuckledhisarmouron.

           "Ihopeyoudidn’teathispizzas."

           "Errolet’em.It’sthecheese,see,itgoesall-"

           "Goon."

           "Well,"saidColonawkwardly,"hekeptonshivering,sortofthing,andgroaningonaboutdragonsandthat.Wefeltsorryforhim,totellthetruth.Andthenhejumpsupandrunsoutofthedoorfornoreasonatall."

           Vimesglancedatthesergeant’sbig,open,dishonestface.

           "Noreason?"heprompted.

           "Well,wedecidedtohaveabite,soIsentNobbyouttothebaker’s,see,and,well,wefoughttheprisoneroughttohavesomethingtoeat..."

           "Yes?"saidVimesencouragingly.

           "Well,whenNobbyaskedhimifhewantedhisfiggintoasted,hejustgiveascreamandranoff."

           "Justthat?"saidVimes."Youdidn’tthreatenhiminanyway?"

           "Straightup,Captain.Bitofamystery,ifyouaskme.HekeptgoingonaboutsomeonecalledSupremeGrandMaster."

           "Hmm."Vimesglancedoutofthewindow.Greyfoglaggedtheworldwithdimlight."Whattimeisit?"hesaid.

           "Fiveoftheclock,sir."

           "Right.Well,beforeitgetsdark-"

           Colongaveacough."Inthemorning,sir.Thisistomorrow,sir."

           "Youletmesleepallday?"

           "Didn’thavethehearttowakeyouup,sir.Nodragonactivity,ifthat’swhatyou’rethinking.Deadquietallround,infact."