'Good. Now go and get Coalface.'
'Er . . . he's in a bit of a bad temper, Corporal Carrot.'
'On account of being chained togo and bring out the prisoner.'
'I don't see why—' a dwarf began.
'You shut up, you horrible man,' said Detritus, drunk with power.
You could have heard a guillotine drop.
In the crowd, a number of different-sized knobbly hands gripped a variety of concealed weapons.
Everyone looked at Carrot. the floor,' volunteered another guard.'Well, now,' said Carrot. 'The thing is, he's going to be unchained right now.' The men shuffled their feet nervously, possibly remembering an old proverb that fitted the 'Quirm is very nice at this time of year,' said Sergeant Colon helpfully. 'They've got a floral clock.''Er . . . since you mention it . . . I've got some sick leave coming up,' one of them said.'I should think that's very probable, if you hang around,' said Carrot.They sidled off as fast as decency allowed. The crowd hardly paid them any attention. There was still a lot more mileage in watching Carrot.'Right,' said Carrot. 'Detritus, you take some men and
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