It's been arrested, he thought, as he pushed his way forward. Personally I would have preferred it to drop in the sea, but it's been arrested and now we've got to deal with it or let it go free.
He felt his own feelings about the bloody thing evaporate in the face of the mob. What could you do with it? Give it a fair trial, he thought, and then execute it. Not kill it. That's what heroes do out in the wilderness. You can't think like that in cities. Or rather, you can, but if you're going to then you might as well burn the whole place down right now and start again. You ought to do it ... well, by the book.
That's it. We tried everything else. Now we might as well try and do it by the book.
Anyway, he added mentally, that's a city guard up there. We've got to stick together. Nobody else will have anything to do with us.
A burly figure in front of him drew back an arm with a halfbrick in it.
'Throw that brick and you're a dead man,' said Vimes, and then ducked and pushed his way through the press of people while the would-be thrower looked around in amazement.
Carrot half-raised his club in a threatening gesture as Vimes climbed up the rubble pile.
'Oh, hallo, Captain Vimes,' he said, lowering it, 'I have to report I have arrested this-'
'Yes, I can see,' said Vimes. 'Did you have any suggestions about what we do next?'
'Oh, yes, sir. I have to read it its rights, sir,' said Carrot.
'I mean apart from that.'
'Not really, sir.'
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