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Maybe the guards weren't so good now anyway. Politics. Hah! Watchmen like old Kepple would turn in their graves if they knew that the Watch had taken on a w—
And the world exploded.
The window blew in, peppering the wall behind Vimes'desk with fragments and cutting one of his ears.
He threw himself to the floor and rolled under the desk.
Right, that did it! The alchemists had blown up their Guild House for the last time, if Vimes had anything to do with it . . .of the city, such as they were, stopped outside the Guild Houses. The Guilds had their own laws. The Guild owned the . . .
He stopped.
Behind him, Lance-Constable Angua reached down and picked up a fragment of glass.
Then she stirred the debris with her foot.But when he peered over the window sill he saw, across the river, the column of dust rising over the Assassins' Guild . . . The rest of the Watch came trotting along Filigree Street as Vimes reached the Guild entrance. A couple of black-clad Assassins barred his way, in a polite manner which nevertheless indicated that impoliteness was a future option. There were sounds of hurrying feet behind the gates.'You see this badge? You see it?' Vimes demanded.'Nevertheless, this is Guild property,' said an Assassin.'Let us in, in the name of the law!' bellowed Vimes.The Assassin smiled nervously at him. 'The law is that Guild law prevails inside Guild walls,' he said.Vimes glared at him. But it was true. The laws