Men at Arms - Terry Pratchett [82]
“Until now, I think.”
“Now look here,” said Muldoon, “you come back with me to the Palace. You’re men of the Watch—”
“And we’re going to defend the city,” said Carrot.
People were streaming past the Watch House. Carrot stopped a couple by the simple expedient of sticking out his hand.
“Mr. Poppley, isn’t it?” he said. “How’s the grocery business? Hello, Mrs. Poppley.”
“Ain’t you heard?” said the flustered man. “The trolls have set fire to the Palace!”
He followed Carrot’s gaze up Broad Way, to where the Palace stood squat and dark in the early evening light. Ungovernable flames failed to billow from every window.
“My word,” said Carrot.
“And there’s dwarfs breaking windows and everything!” said the grocer. “A dog’s not safe!”
“You can’t trust ’em,” said Cuddy.
The grocer stared at him. “Are you a dwarf?” he said.
“Amazing! How do people do it,” said Cuddy.
“Well, I’m off! I’m not stopping to see Mrs. Poppley ravished by the little devils! You know what they say about dwarfs!”
The Watch watched the couple head off into the crowd again.
“Well, I don’t,” said Cuddy, to no one in particular. “What is it they say about dwarfs?”
Carrot fielded a man pushing a barrow.
“Would you mind telling me what’s going on, sir?” he said.
“And do you know what it is they say about dwarfs?” said a voice behind him.
“That’s not a sir, that’s Throat,” said Colon. “And will you look at the color of him!”
“Should he be all shiny like that?” said Detritus.
“Feeling fine! Feeling fine!” said Dibbler. “Hah! So much for people importuning the standard of my merchandise!”
“What’s happening, Throat?” said Colon.
“They say—” Dibbler began, green in the face.
“Who says?” said Carrot.
“They say,” said Dibbler. “You know. They. Everyone. They say the trolls have killed someone up at Dolly Sisters and the dwarfs have smashed up Chalky the troll’s all-night pottery and they’ve broken down the Brass Bridge and—”
Carrot looked up the road.
“You just came over the Brass Bridge,” he said.
“Yeah, well…that’s what they say,” said Dibbler.
“Oh, I see.” Carrot straightened up.
“Did they happen to say…sort of, in passing…anything else about dwarfs?” said Cuddy.
“I think we’re going to have to go and have a word with the Day Watch about the arrest of Coalface,” Carrot said.
“We ain’t got no weapons,” said Colon.
“I’m certain Coalface has nothing to do with the murder of Hammerhock,” said Carrot. “We are armed with the truth. What can harm us if we are armed with the truth?”
“Well, a crossbow bolt can, e.g., go right through your eye and out the back of your head,” said Sergeant Colon.
“All right, sergeant,” said Carrot, “so where do we get some more weapons?”
The bulk of the Armory loomed against the sunset.
It was strange to find an armory in a city which relied on deceit, bribery and assimilation to defeat its enemies but, as Sergeant Colon said, once you’d won their weapons off ’em you needed somewhere to store the things.
Carrot rapped on the door. After a while there were footsteps, and a small window slid back. A suspicious voice said: “Yes?”
“Corporal Carrot, city militia.”
“Never heard of it. Bugger off.”
The hatch snapped back. Carrot heard Nobby snigger.
He thumped on the door again.
“Yes?”
“I’m Corporal Carrot—” The hatch moved, but hit Carrot’s truncheon as he rammed it in the hole. “—and I’m here to collect some arms for my men.”
“Yeah? Where’s your authority?”
“What? But I’m—”
The truncheon was knocked away and the hatch thudded into place.
“’Scuse me,” said Corporal Nobbs, pushing past. “Let me have a go. I’ve been here before, sort of thing.”
He kicked the door with his steel capped boots, known and feared wherever men were on the floor and in no position to fight back.
Snap. “I told you to bug—”
“Auditors,” said Nobby.
There was a moment’s silence.
“What?”
“Here to take inventory.”
“Where’s your auth—”
“Oh? Oh? He says where’s my authority?” Nobby leered at the guards. “Oh? Keeps me hanging around here while his cronies can nip out the back to bring the stuff