Lofty grabbed at the fluttering thing, which was damp. It tore in his - her¨Chands, and most of it dropped away from the struggling corporal.
"It's just a bit of paper," she said.
Strappi flailed at it. "I knew that," he said. "I never asked you!"
Polly picked up one of the torn scraps. The paper was thin and muddy, although she recognized the words "Ankh-Morpork". The godawful city. And the genius of Strappi was that anything he was against automatically sounded attractive.
"Ankh-Morpork Times..." she read aloud, before the corporal snatched it out of her hand.
"You can't just read anything you see, Parts!" he shouted. "You don't know who wrote it!"
He dropped the damp scrap onto the mud and stamped on it.
"Now let's move on!" he said.
They moved on. When the squad were more or less in rhythm, and staring at nothing more than their boots or the mist ahead of it, Polly raised her right hand to chest height and carefully turned it palm up so that she could see the fragment of paper that had soggily stayed behind when the rest had been pulled away.
"No Surrender" to Alliance says Duchess (97)
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