'You can't stop me! I’ve got some magic stuff left, I've got the book!' Wonse took a brown leather bag out of his pocket. 'I'll bring back another one! You'll see!'
'I urge you not to,' said Lord Vetinari mildly.
'Oh, you think you're so clever, so in — control, so swave, just because I've got a sword and you haven't! Well, I've got more than that, I'll have you know,' said Wonse triumphantly. 'Yes! I've got the palace guards on my side! They follow me, not you! No one likes you, you know. No one ever liked you.'
He swung the sword so that its needle point was a foot from the Patrician's thin chest.
'So it's back to the cells for you,' he said. 'And this time I'll make sure you stay there. Guards! Guards!'
There was the clatter of running feet outside. The door rattled, the chair shook. There was a moment's silence, and then door and chair erupted in splinters.
'Take him away!' screamed Wonse. 'Fetch more scorpions! Put him in ... you're not the…'
'Put the sword down,' said Vimes, while behind him Carrot picked bits of door out of his fist.
'Yeah,' said Nobby, peering around the captain. 'Up against the wall and spread 'em, motherbreath!'
'Eh? What's he supposed to spread?' whispered Sergeant Colon anxiously.
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