when it hit people they rolled backwards and stayed hit.
'Now look,' said Carrot, hauling it in and pushing back his helmet, 'I don't want to have to tell anyone again, right?'
Vimes shouldered his way through the dense crowd, staring at the bulky figure atop the mound of rubble and dragon. Carrot turned slowly, the roof beam held like a staff. His gaze was like a lighthouse beam. Where it fell, the crowd lowered their weapons and looked merely sullen and uncomfortable.
'I must warn you,' Carrot went on, 'that interfering with an officer in the execution of his duty is a serious offence. And I shall come down like a ton of bricks on the very next person who throws a stone.'
A stone bounced off the back of his helmet. There was a barrage of jeers.
'Let us at it!'
'That's right!'
'We don't want guards ordering us about!'
'Quis custodiet custard?'
'Yeah? Right!'
Vimes pulled the sergeant towards him. 'Go and organise some rope. Lots of rope. As thick as possible. I suppose we can-oh, tie its wings together, maybe, and bind up its mouth so it can't flame.'
Colon peered at him.
'Are you serious, sir? We're really going to arrest it?'
'Do it!'
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