Стража! Стража!

           Afiguretumbledoutofanupperwindowandcrumpledonthecobbles.

           "That’swherethey’vegotthefloralsundial,isn’tit?"saidthecaptaindesperately.

           "Yessir.Verynice,sir.Alldonewithlittleflowers,sir."

           Therewasasoundlikesomethinghittingsomethingelserepeatedlywithsomethingheavyandwooden.Vimeswinced.

           "Idon’tthinkhe’dofbeenhappyintheWatch,sir,"saidthesergeant,inakindlyvoice.

           ThedooroftheMendedDrumhadbeentornoffduringriotssooftenthatspecially-temperedhingeshadrecentlybeeninstalled,andthefactthatthenexttremendouscrashtorethewholedooranddoorframeoutofthewallonlyshowedthatquitealotofmoneyhadbeenwasted.Afigureinthemidstofthewreckagetriedtoraiseitselfonitselbows,groaned,andslumpedback.

           "Well,itwouldseemthatit’sall-"thecaptainbegan,andNobbysaid:"It’sthatbloodytroll!"

           "What?"saidVimes.

           "It’sthetroll!Theonetheyhaveonthedoor!"

           Theyadvancedwithextremecaution.

           Itwas,indeed,Detritusthesplatter.

           Itisverydifficulttohurtacreaturethatis,toallintentsandpurposes,amobilestone.