Guards! Guards! The Stick

Guards! Guards! The Stick

The Grandmaster can’t have the Elucidated Brethren get too happy about their success. It’s time to break out the metaphorical stick.

Discworld illustration pen and ink elucidated brethren dance celebration Guards! Guards!
First the carrot, he thought,  and now the stick. He liked the stick.
“Silence!” he screamed.
“Brother Fingers, Brother Watchtower, cease this shameful display!”
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