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'And when you rebuild him,' he said, 'when you rebuild him... give him a voice. Understand? And get someone to look at your hand.'
'A voice, sir?'
'Do it!'
'Yes, sir.'
'Right.' Vimes pulled himself together. 'Constable Angua and I will have a look around here. Off you go.'
He watched Carrot and the troll carry the remains out. 'Okay,' he said. 'We're looking for arsenic. Maybe there'll be some workshop somewhere. I shouldn't think they'd want to mix the poisoned candles up with the others. Cheery'll know what - Where is Corporal Littlebottom?'
'Er ... I don't think I can hold on much longer...'
They looked up.
Cheri was hanging on the line of candles.
'How did you get up there?' said Vimes.
'I sort of found myself going past, sir.'
'Can't you just let go? You're not that high - Oh...'
A big trough of molten tallow was a few feet under her. Occasionally the surface wentgloop.
'Er... how hot would that be?' Vimes hissed to Angua.
'Ever bitten hot jam?' she said.
Vimes raised his voice. 'Can't you swing yourself along, Corporal?'
'All the wood's greasy, sir!'
'Corporal Littlebottom, I order you not to fall off!'
'Very good, sir!'