Vimes looked at those parts of the dragon still visible under the rubble. How could you kill one of these? You'd have to spend a day at it.
A lump of rock ricocheted off his breastplate.
'Who did that?'
The voice lashed out like a whip.
The crowd went quiet.
Sybil Ramkin scrambled up on the wreckage, eyes afire, and glared furiously at the mob.
'I said,' she said, 'who did that? If the person who did it does not own up I shall be extremely angry! Shame on you all!'
She had their full attention. Several people holding stones and things let them drop quietly to the ground.
The breeze flapped the remnants of her nightshirt as her Ladyship took up a new haranguing position.
'Here is the gallant Captain Vimes…'
'Oh gods,' said Vimes in a small voice, and pulled his helmet down over his eyes.
'…and his dauntless men, who have taken the trouble to come here today, to save your…'
Vimes gripped Carrot's arm and manoeuvred him down the far side of the heap.
'You all right, Captain?' said the lance-constable. 'You've gone all red.'
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