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let me detain you.'
'Er. No. Gods bless yerronner,' said Cumbling Michael, and ran for it.
When the sound of the beggar's boots had died away the Patrician strolled over to the window, stood with his hands clasped behind his out of you since you're here?'
Sometimes Lord Vetinari wondered what had happened to Mr Hong. Everyone knew, of course. In general terms. But not exactly what.
What a city. In the spring, the river caught fire. About once a month, the Alchemists' Guild exploded.
He walked back to his desk and made another brief note. He was rather afraid that he was going to have to have someone killed.
Then he picked up the third movement of Fondel's Prelude in G Major andback, and sighed.There were probably city states, he reasoned, where the rulers only had to worry about the little things . . . barbarian invasions, the balance of payments, assassination, the local volcano erupting. There weren't people busily opening the door of reality and metaphorically saying, 'Hi, come on in, pleased to see you, what a nice axe you have there, incidentally, can I make some money

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slid off the bed, spectral nightshirt flapping, and was suddenly pulled up short as though he'd reached the end of a chain. This was more or less the case; a thin line of blue light still tethered him to his late habitation.
The Death of my youngest son, that is. Well, if you can call a card every Hogswatchnight a son. See his wife? Got a smile like a wave on a slop bucket. And she ain't the worst of 'em. Relatives? You can keep 'em. I only stayed alive out of mischief.'
A couple of people were exploring under the bed. There was a humorous porcelain clang. The old man capered behind them, making gestures.
'Not a chance!' he chortled. 'Heh heh! It's in the cat basket! I left all the money to the Rats jumped up and down on the pillow, making urgent slashing movements with its scythe.'Oh, sorry,' said Susan, and sliced. The blue line snapped with a high‑pitched, crystalline twang.Around them, sometimes walking through them, were the mourners. Mourning seemed to have stopped, now the old man had died. The pinch‑faced man was feeling under the mattress.'Look at 'em,' said the old man nastily. 'Poor ole Grandad, sob, sob, sorely missed, we won't see his like again, where did the ole bugger leave his will? That's

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from the shelf and dropped it into its slot. Then he sighted along the shaft. He turned.
'I like this inventory,' said Nobby. 'We'll take it all.'
The man looked down the sights at Nobby's eye and, to Angua's horrified admiration, didn't faint.
'That little bow don't scare me,' he said.
'This little bow scare you?' said Nobby.
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' said Carrot.
There was a long, embarrassed silence.
'Um. I chipped in a few dollars each from you new recruits,' he added, blushing. 'I mean . . . you can pay me back when you like. If you want to. I mean . . . you'd be bound to be friends. Once you got to know him.'
The rest of the Watch exchanged
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'em,' said Detritus.
'Who?' said Skully.
'Trolls. Nasty pieces of work in my opinion,' said Detritus, with all the conviction of a troll with a badge. 'They need keeping a eye on.'
'What's happened to Quirke
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the city,' said Carrot.

People were streaming past the Watch House. Carrot stopped a couple by the simple expedient of sticking out his hand.
'Mr Poppley, isn't it?' he said. 'How's the grocery business? Hello, Mrs Poppley.'
'Ain't you heard?' said the flustered man. 'The trolls have set fire to the Palace!'
He followed Carrot's gaze up Broad Way, to where the Palace stood squat and dark in the early evening light. Ungovernable flames failed to billow from every window

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Flint saluted amateurishly.
'He said he'd kick our goohuloog heads in if we didn't join up and do what we're told, sir,' he said.
'Very old troll oath,' said Detritus. 'Very famous, very traditional.'
'One of 'em could carry the Klatchian fire engine—' Nobby began hopefully.
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slander, that is! They just used to spend a lot of time away for polishing and sharpening.'
'Nobby, this is Carrot talking to you. How much time, approximately?'
'Approximately? Oh. About a hundred per cent, if we're talking approximately, sir.'
'Nobby?'
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you to take 'em. Take 'em right away.'
'Good man. Do you have a trolley?'
'And do you happen to know what it is they say about dwarfs?' said Cuddy.
It crept over Angua once again that Carrot had no irony in his soul. He meant every word. If the man had really held out, Carrot would probably have given
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point, if you don't mind.'
He gently pushed the siege bow away, but Detritus hadn't liked the crack about people and it kept swinging back again.
'Now,' said Carrot, 'I don't like this element of coercion. We're not here to bully this poor man. He's a city employee, just like us. It's very wrong of you to put him in fear. Why not just ask?'
'Sorry, sir,' said Nobby.

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a match, applied it to the tube at the front of the device, and pulled a lever.
They put out the flames eventually.
'Needs a bit of adjustment,' said Nobby, through his mask of soot.
'No,' said Carrot. For the'Really, Nobby?' said Carrot.
'Had a special job, sir. Very responsible.'
'And what was that?'
'Quartermaster, sir,' said Nobby, saluting smartly. rest of his life he'd remember the jet of fire scorching his face en route to the opposite wall.'But it's—''No. It's too dangerous.''It's meant to be—''I mean it could hurt people.''Ah,' said Nobby, 'right. You should have said. We're after weapons that don't hurt people, right?''Corporal Nobbs?' said Sergeant Colon, who'd been even closer to the flame than Carrot.'Yes, sarge?''You heard Corporal Carrot. No heathen weapons. Anyway, how come you know so much about all this stuff?''Milit'ry service.'

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reached out without turning his head and picked him up by his grubby collar without apparent effort.
'A length of string,' he repeated, 'and a nail.'
'Yes, Corporal Carrot.'
'And the rest'How did you know there was someone dead in here?'
'I . . . just had a feeling.'
The beggars returned, so unnerved that of you, go away,' said Angua.They goggled at her.'Do it!' she shouted, clenching her fists. 'And stop staring at her!'The beggars vanished.'It'll take a while to get the string,' said Carrot, brushing aside some glass. 'They'll have to beg it off someone, you see.'He drew his knife and started digging at the floorboards, with care. Eventually he excavated a metal slug, flattened slightly by its passage through the window, the mirror, the floorboards and certain parts of the late Lettice Knibbs that had never been designed to see daylight.He turned it over and over in his hand.'Angua?''Yes?'

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Trees leaflets, Detritus toppled backwards with his mug still in his hand. Apart from the 90° change in position, he didn't move a muscle.
'It's the sulphur,' said Cuddy, without looking around. 'It goes right to their heads.'
Carrot thumped his fist on the bar.
'We ought to do 'No dwarf did it,' said Cuddy, who was swaying gently. 'No troll, neither.' He tried to tap the side of his nose, and missed. 'The reason being, he still had all his arms and legs on.'
'Captain Vimes'll want it investigated,' said Carrot.
'Captain Vimes is trying to learn to be a civilian,' said Nobby.something!''We could nick his boots,' said Nobby.'I mean about Mr Hammerhock.''Oh, yeah, yeah,' said Nobby. 'You sound like old Vimesy. If we was to worry about every dead body in this town—''But not like this!' snapped Carrot. 'Normally it's just . . . well . . . suicide, or Guild fighting, stuff like that. But he was just a dwarf! Pillar of the community! Spent all day making swords and axes and burial weapons and crossbows and torture implements! And then he's in the river with a great big hole in his chest! Who's going to do anything about it, if not us?''You been putting anything in your milk?' said Colon. 'Look, the dwarfs can sort it out. It's like Quarry Lane. Don't stick your nose where someone can pull it off and eat it.''We're the City Watch,' said Carrot. 'That doesn't mean just that part of the city who happens to be over four feet tall and made of flesh!'