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your name, mister?'
'SILAS! CUMBERBATCH!'
'Didn't you used to be town crier?'
'THAT'S RIGHT!'
'Right. Give him his shilling. Acting-Constable Cuddy? One for your squad.'
'WHO'S ACTING-. 'You could have a field-marshal's bottom in your napkin any day now. AAAAaabbbb-wut tn! Hut, hut, hut—'
'Fifth volunteer so far,' said Colon to Corporal Nobbs, as Cuddy and his new recruit pounded off into the darkness. 'Even the Dean at the University tried to join. Amazing.'
Angua looked at Gaspode, who shrugged.CONSTABLE CUDDY?' said Cumberbatch.'Down here, mister.'The man looked down.'BUT YOU'RE! A DWARF! I NEVER—''Stand to attention when you're talking to a super-ierierior officer!' Cuddy bellowed.Ain't no dwarfs or trolls or humans in the Watch, see,' said Colon. 'Just Watchmen, see? That's what Corporal Carrot says. Of course, if you'd like to be in Acting-Constable Detritus' squad—''I LIKE DWARFS,' said Cumberbatch, hurriedly. 'ALWAYS HAVE. NOT THAT THERE ARE ANY IN THE WATCH, MIND,' he added, after barely a second's thought.'You learn quick. You'll go a long way in this man's army,' said Cuddy
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