Free Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett Page A

deeply and noisily by apparently forming its lower lip into a sort of prehensile funnel and making a noise like a canal being drained.
    Carrot nudged Nobby.
    “There’s a monk—” he began.
    “Don’t say it!” said Nobby urgently. “Don’t say the word! It’s the Librarian. Works up at the University. Always comes down here for a nightcap of an evening.”
    “And people don’t object?”
    “Why should they?” said Nobby. “He always stands his round, just like everyone else.”
    Carrot turned and looked at the ape again. A number of questions pressed for attention, such as: where does it keep its money? The Librarian caught his gaze, misinterpreted it, and gently pushed the bowl of peanuts toward him.
    Carrot pulled himself to his full impressive height and consulted his notebook. The afternoon spent reading The Laws and Ordinances had been well spent.
    “Who is the owner, proprietor, lessee, or landlord of these premises?” he said to Nobby.
    “Wassat?” said the small guard. “Landlord? Well, I suppose Charley here is in charge tonight. Why?” He indicated a large, heavy-set man whose face was a net of scars; its owner paused in the act of spreading the dirt more evenly around some glasses by means of a damp cloth, and gave Carrot a conspiratorial wink.
    “Charley, this is Carrot,” said Nobby. “He’s stopping along of Rosie Palm’s.”
    “What, every night?” said Charley.
    Carrot cleared his throat.
    “If you are in charge,” he intoned, “then it is my duty to inform you that you are under arrest.”
    “A rest of what, friend?” said Charley, still polishing.
    “Under arrest ,” said Carrot, “with a view to the presentation of charges to whit 1)(i) that on or about 18th Grune, at a place called the Mended Drum, Filigree Street, you did a) serve or b) did cause to serve alcoholic beverages after the hours of 12 (twelve) midnight, contrary to the provisions of the Public Ale Houses (Opening) Act of 1678, and 1)(ii) on or about 18th Grune, at a place called the Mended Drum, Filigree Street, you did serve or did cause to serve alcoholic beverages in containers other than of a size and capacity laid down by aforesaid Act, and 2)(i) that on or about 18th Grune, at a place called the Mended Drum, Filigree Street, you did allow customers to carry unsheathed edge weapons of a length greater than 7 (seven) inches, contrary to Section Three of said Act and 2)(ii) that on or about 18th Grune, at a place called the Mended Drum, Filigree Street, you did serve alcoholic beverages in premises apparently unlicensed for the sale and/or consumption of said beverages, contrary to Section Three of the aforesaid Act.”
    There was dead silence as Carrot turned over another page, and went on: “It is also my duty to inform you that it is my intention to lay evidence before the Justices with a view to the consideration of charges under the Public Fore-gatherings (Gambling) Act, 1567, the Licensed Premises (Hygiene) Acts of 1433, 1456, 1463, 1465, er, and 1470 through 1690, and also—” he glanced sideways at the Librarian, who knew trouble when he heard it coming and was hurriedly trying to finish his drink–“the Domestic and Domesticated Animals (Care and Protection) Act, 1673.”
    The silence that followed held a rare quality of breathlessanticipation as the assembled company waited to see what would happen next.
    Charley carefully put down the glass, whose smears had been buffed up to a brilliant shine, and looked down at Nobby.
    Nobby was endeavoring to pretend that he was totally alone and had no connection whatsoever with anyone who might be standing next to him and coincidentally wearing an identical uniform.
    “What’d he mean, Justices?” he said to Nobby. “There ain’t no Justices.”
    Nobby gave a terrified shrug.
    “New, is he?” said Charley.
    “Make it easy on yourself,” said Carrot.
    “This is nothing personal, you understand,” said Charley to Nobby. “It’s just a