Стража! Стража!

           "You,er,youdon’tmindifIhavealookaround,>doyou?"hesaid.

           "Feelfree,"saidthePatrician.

           Vimespacedthelengthofthedungeonandcheckedthedoor.Itwasheavilybarredandbolted,andthelockwasmassive.

           Thenhetappedthewallsinwhatmightpossiblybehollowplaces.Therewasnodoubtthatitwasawell-builtdungeon.Itwasthekindofdungeonyou’dfeelgoodabouthavingdangerouscriminalsputin.Ofcourse,inthosecircumstancesyou’dprefertheretobenotrapdoors,hiddentunnelsorsecretwaysofescape.

           Theseweren’tthosecircumstances.Itwasamazingwhatseveralfeetofsolidstonedidtoyoursenseofperspective.

           "Doguardscomeinhere?"hedemanded.

           "Hardlyever,"saidthePatrician,wavingachickenleg."Theydon’tbotheraboutfeedingme,yousee.Theideaisthatoneshouldmoulder.Infact,"hesaid,"up’tilrecentlyIusedtogotothedoorandgroanabiteverynowandthen,justtokeepthemhappy."

           "They’reboundtocomeinandcheck,though?"saidVimeshopefully.

           "Oh,Idon’tthinkweshouldtoleratethat,"saidthePatrician.

           "Howareyougoingtopreventthem?"

           LordVetinarigavehimapainedlook.

           "MydearVimes,"hesaid,"Ithoughtyouwereanobservantman.Didyoulookatthedoor?"

           "OfcourseIdid,"saidVimes,andadded,"sir.It’sbloodymassive."

           "Perhapsyoushouldhaveanotherlook?"

           Vimesgapedathim,andthenstampedacrossthefloorandglaredatthedoor.