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it work?'
'Oh, yes,' said Leonard. He sighed. 'If you can find one man with the strength of ten men who can turn the handle at about one thousand revolutions a minute.'
The Patrician relaxed,. 'And dwarfs. Clever men and dwarfs who tinker with things.'
'I am so very sorry.'
'They never think.'
'Indeed.'
Lord Vetinari leaned back and stared at the skylight.
'They do things like open the Three Jolly Luck Take-Away Fish Bar in a way which only then drew gentle attention to the foregoing moment of tension.'Now there is in this city,' he said, 'a man with a gonne. He has used it successfully once, and almost succeeded a second time. Could anyone have invented the gonne?''No,' said Leonard. 'I am a genius.' He said it quite simply. It was a statement of fact.'Understood. But once a gonne has been invented, Leonard, how much of a genius need someone be to make the second one?''The rifling technique requires considerable finesse, and the cocking mechanism that slides the bullette assembly is finely balanced, and of course the end of the barrel must be very . . .' Leonard saw the Patrician's expression, and shrugged. 'He must be a clever man,' he said.'This city is full of clever men,' said the Patrician

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Silence followed, for about five seconds. Then Bundo emerged, very fast, and didn't stop running until he reached the docks, where a boat Vimes, in cheerful tones.
'And you haven't changed out of your uniform!'
Vimes looked down, and then up again.
'That's right!' he said brightly.
'The guests will be here any minute. Go on up to your room. There's a tub drawn and Willikins has laid out a suit for you. Get along with you . . .'
'Jolly good!'was leaving on the tide. He ran up the gangplank just before it was pulled up, and became a seaman, and died three years later when an armadillo fell on his head in a far-off country, and in all that time never said what he'd seen. But he did scream a bit whenever he saw a dog.Angua emerged a few seconds later, and trotted away. Lady Sybil Ramkin opened the door and sniffed the night air.'Samuel Vimes! You're drunk!''Not yet! But I hope to be!' said

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furniture and leaving corrosive holes in the carpet, the floor and the cellar ceiling underneath it, they'd be shoved out to fend for themselves.
'We rescued him from a blacksmith in Easy Street,' said Lady Ramkin. 'I said, "My good man, you can use a forge like everyoneelse". Poor little thing.'
'Chubby,' said Vimes. 'Got a light?'
'He's got a blue collar,' said Lady Ramkin.
'Right, yes.'For some reason Lady Sybil, keen of eye in every other respect, persisted in thinking of Corporal Nobbs as a cheeky, lovable rascal. It had always puzzled Sam Vimes. It must be the attraction of opposites. The Ram-kins were more highly bred than a hilltop bakery, whereas Corporal Nobbs had been disqualified from the human race for shoving.
As he walked down the street in his old leather and 'He'll follow you like a lamb if he thinks you've got a charcoal biscuit.''Right.' Vimes patted his pockets.'They're a little bit over-excited in this heat.'Vimes reached down into a pen of hatchlings and picked up a small one, which flapped its stubby wings excitedly. It spurted a brief jet of blue flame. Vimes inhaled quickly.'Sam, I really wish you wouldn't do that.''Sorry.''So if you could get young Carrot and that nice Corporal Nobbs to keep an eye out for—''No problem.'

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boots scraped along the hard-packed mud of the smithy’s yard.
“I’ll leave the magic running, won’t be a mo,” she said. Ignoring the dwarfs bleat for help, she hopped off the stick and disappeared through the back door.
The elves With your eyes open.”
“I’m looking for elves?” said Casanunda, as the stick rose into the moonlight.
“Could be. It wasn’t Esme, and the only other one ever flying around here is Mr. Ixolite the banshee, and he’s very good about slipping us a note under the door when he’s going to be about. For air traffic control, see?”hadn’t been there, at least. Too much iron. She pulled a crowbar from the toolbench and hurried out again.“You can hold this,” she said to Casanunda. She hesitated. “Can’t have too much luck, can we?” she said, and scurried back into the forge. This time she was out again much faster, slipping something into her pocket.“Ready?” she said.‘ “No.” l Although this is a phallusy. 245Terry Pratchett“Then let’s go. And keep a look out.

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Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax moved through said crowd. In deference to this being a festive occasion, Nanny Ogg had see over the head of a small emperor.
“Can’t see Magrat around,” she said. “There’s Verence talking to some other kings, but can’t see our Magrat at all. Our Shawn said Millie Chillum said she was just a bag of nerves this morning.”
“All these high-bom folks,” said Granny, looking around at the crowned heads. “I feel like a fish out of water.”
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exchanged her normal black pointy hat for one the same shape but in red, with wax cherries on it.“All the hort mond are here,” Nanny observed, taking a drink off a passing tray. “Even some wizards from Ankh-Morpork, our Shawn said. One of them said I had a fine body, he said. Been tryin’ to remember all morning who that could have been.”“Spoilled for choice,” said Granny, but it was automatic nastiness, with no real heart to it. It worried Nanny Ogg. Her friend seemed preoccupied.“There’s some gentry we don’t want to see here,” said Granny. “I won’t be happy until all this is over.”Nanny Ogg craned to try and