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Sergeant Colon saluted when Carrot came back, frowning in thought.
'We can go home now, sir?' he suggested.
'What? Why?'
'Now it's all sorted out?'
'I just said bearing down on him with its mouth open, although admittedly he'd had to change his underwear afterwards. But that had been simple. A great big fire-breathing dragon was straightforward. There it was, right in front of you, about to broil you alive. That was all you had to worry about. Admittedly, it was a lot to worry about, but it was . . . simple. It wasn't any kind of mystery.
'We're going to have to sort it out?' he said.
'Yes.'that to waylay suspicion,' said Carrot.'Ah. Very clever,' said the sergeant quickly. 'That's what I thought. He's saying that to waylay suspicion, I thought.''There's still a murderer out there somewhere. Or something worse.'Carrot ran his gaze over the ill-assorted soldiery.'But right now I think we're going to have to sort out this business with the Day Watch,' he said.'Er. People say it's practically a riot up there,' said Colon.'That's why we've got to sort it out.'Colon bit his lip. He was not, as such, a coward. Last year the city had been invaded by a dragon and he'd actually stood on a rooftop and fired arrows at it while it was