'So what? There's at least three female dwarfs in the Watch already and you don't worry about them.'
'Oh, come on ... name one.'
'Lars Skulldrinker,for a start.'
'No! Really?'
'Are you calling this nose a liar?'
'But he broke up a fight in the Miner's Arms single-handedly last week!'
' Well? Why do you assume females are weaker? You wouldn't worry about me taking on a vicious bar crowd by myself.'
'I'd give aid where necessary.'
' To me or to them?'
'That's unfair!'
'Is it?'
'I wouldn't help them unless you got really rough.'
'Ah, so? And they say chivalry is dead...'
'Anyway, Cheri is...a bit different. I'm sure he... she's good at alchemy, but we'd better watch her back in a fight. Hold on...'
They'd stepped out into the factory.
Candles whirled overhead - hundreds of them, thousands of them - dangling by their wicks from an endless belt of complex wooden links that switch-backed its way up and down the long hall.
'I heard about this,' said Carrot. 'It's called a producing line. It's a way of making thousands of things that are all the same. But look at the speed! I'm amazed the treadmill can - '
Angua pointed. There was a treadmill creaking around beside her, but there was nothing inside it.
'Something's got to be powering all this,' said Angua.
Carrot pointed. Further up the hall the switchbacks of the line converged in a complicated knot. There was a figure somewhere in the middle, arms moving in a blur.
Just beside Carrot the line ended at a big wooden hopper. Candles cascaded into it. No one had been emptying it, and they were tumbling over the pile and rolling on to the floor.
'Cheri,' said Carrot. 'Do you know how to use any kind of weapon?'
'Er... no, Captain Carrot.' 'Right. You just wait in the alley, then. I don't want any harm coming to you.' She scuttled off, looking relieved. Angua sniffed the air. 'There's been a vampire here,' she said.
'I think we'd - ' Carrot began. 'I knew you'd find out! I wish I'd never bought the damned thing! I've got a bow! I warn you, I've got a crossbow!'
They turned. 'Ah, Mr Carry,' said Carrot cheerfully. He produced his badge. 'Captain Carrot, Ankh-Morpork City Watch - '
'I know who you are! I know who you are! And what you are, too! I knew you'd come! I've got a bow and I'm not afraid to use it!' The crossbow's point moved uncertainly, proving him a liar. 'Really?' said Angua. 'What we are?' 'I didn't even want to get involved!' said Carry. 'It killed those old men, didn't it?'
'Yes,' said Carrot.
'Why? I didn't tell it to!'
'Because they helped make it, I think,' said Carrot. 'It knew who to blame.'
The golems sold it to me!' said Carry. 'I thought it'd help build up the business but the damned thing won't stop - '