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unclasped his hands from his head and rolled over.
'What'd you do that for, captain?' said Carrot. 'I wasn't—'
'It was attacking a dragon!' shouted Vimes. 'One that wouldn't back down!'
He pulled himself to his knees and tapped Carrot's breast-plate.
'You polish that up real bright!' he said. 'You can see yourself in it. So can anything else!'
'Oh, yes, of course horror.
'Gosh,' he said.

Sergeant Colon surveyed the butts. Then he removed his helmet and wiped his forehead.
'I think perhaps Lance-Constable Angua shouldn't have another go with the longbow until we've worked out how to stop her . . . her getting in the way.'there's that,' said Lady Sybil. 'Everyone knows you should keep dragons away from mirrors—''Mirrors,' said Carrot. 'Hey, there were bits of—''Yes. He showed Chubby a mirror,' said Vimes.'The poor little thing must have been trying to make himself bigger than himself,' said Carrot.'We're dealing here,' said Vimes, 'with a twisted mind.''Oh, no! You think so?''Yes.''But . . . no . . . you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us all the time.''Not Nobby,' said Vimes testily. 'Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad.'Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued