'Suits me fine!'
'But it's a dragon! It's just doing what a dragon does! It never would have come here if people had left it alone!'
Vimes thought: it was about to eat her, and she can still think like this. He hesitated. Perhaps that did give you the right to an opinion . . .
Sergeant Colon sidled up as they glared, white-faced, at one another, and hopped desperately from one squelching foot to the other.
'You better come at once, Captain,' he said. 'It's going to be bloody murder!''
Vimes waved a hand at him. 'As far as I'm concerned,' he mumbled, avoiding Sybil Ramkin's glare, 'it's got it coming to it.'
'It's not that,' said Colon. 'It's Carrot. He's arrested the dragon.''
Vimes paused.
'What do you mean, arrested?' he said. 'You don't mean what I think you mean, do you?'
'Could be sir,' said Colon uncertainly. 'Could be. He was up on the rubble like a shot, sir, grabbed it by a wing and said 'You're nicked, chummy', sir. Couldn't believe it, sir. Sir, the thing is ...'
'Well?'
The sergeant hopped from one foot to the other. 'You know you said prisoners weren't to be molested, sir . . .'
It was quite a large and heavy roof timber and it scythed quite slowly through the air, but
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