Colon glared at them.
'Listen, lads,' he said, 'you're not winding me up, are you?'
Carrot looked down at the plaza below them.
'Oh, bloody hell,' he said softly.
'Wassat?' said Colon urgently, looking around.
'They're chaining a woman to a rock!'
The rank stared over the parapet. The huge and silent crowd that lined the plaza stared too, at a white figure struggling between half a dozen palace guards.
'Wonder where they got the rock from?' said Colon. 'We're on loam here, you know.'
'Fine strapping wench, whoever she is,' said Nobby approvingly, as one of the guards wheeled off bow-legged and collapsed. 'That's one lad who won't know what to do with his evenin's for a few weeks. Got a mean right knee, so she has.'
'Anyone we know?' said Colon.
Carrot squinted.
'It's Lady Ramkin!' he said, his mouth dropping open.
'Never!'
'He's right. In a nightie,' said Nobby.
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