Стража! Стража!

           "Yes,sir,"saidColon,politely.Vimeshadjustenoughself-respectlefttolookawayandshufflethestrataofpaperworkonhisdesk.

           "We’vegottogethimoffthestreetsassoonaspossible,"hemuttered."Nextthingyouknowhe’llbebringinginthechiefoftheAssassins’Guildforbloodywellkillingpeople!Whereishe?"

           "IsenthimoutwithCorporalNobbs,Captain.Isaidhe’dshowhimtheropes,sortofthing."

           "YousentarawrecruitoutwithNobby?"saidVimeswearily.

           Colonstuttered."Well,sir,experiencedman,Ithought,CorporalNobbscouldteachhimalot-"

           "Let’sjusthopehe’saslowlearner,"saidVimes,ramminghisbrownironhelmetonhishead."Comeon."

           WhentheysteppedoutoftheWatchHousetherewasaladderagainstthetavernwall.Abulkymanatthetopofitsworeunderhisbreathashewrestledwiththeilluminatedsign.

           "It’stheEthatdoesn’tworkproperly,"Vimescalledup.

           "What?"

           "TheE.AndtheTsizzleswhenitrains.It’sabouttimeitwasfixed."

           "Fixed?Oh.Yes.Fixed.That’swhatI’mdoingallright.Fixing."

           TheWatchmensplashedoffthroughthepuddles.