'Sergeant Colon said I wasn't to run,' said Carrot.
Vimes looked at him vaguely. Then slow comprehension dawned.
'Oh,' he said. 'I, er, see. I don't think he meant in every circumstance, lad.' He stared back into the fog. 'Not that we had much of a chance in this fog and these streets.'
'Might have been just an innocent bystander, sir,' said Carrot.
'What, in Ankh-Morpork?'
'Yes, sir.'
'We should have grabbed him, then, just for the rarity value,' said Vimes.
He patted Carrot on the shoulder. 'Come on. We'd better get along to the Patrician's palace.'
'The King's palace,' corrected Carrot.
'What?' said Vimes, his train of thought temporarily shunted.
'It's the King's palace now,' said Carrot. Vimes squinted sideways at him.
He gave a short, mirthless laugh.
'Yeah, that's right,' he conceded. 'Our dragon-killing king. Well done that man.' He sighed. 'They're not going to like this.'
They didn't. None of them did.
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