Guards Guards - Cry

"Oh, and constable?'

“Yes, sir?”

“Why the axes?”

“They were armed, sir. I got them from the blacksmith in Market Street, sir. I said you'd be along later to pay for them.”

“And the cry?” said Vimes weakly.

“Dwarfish war yodel, sir,” said Carrot proudly.

“It's a good cry,” said Vimes, picking his words with care. “But I'd be grateful if you'd warn me first another time, all right?”

“Certainly, sir.”

“In writing, I think.”

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Guards Guards - p219