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? Ooooh.' Cuddy grimaced. 'What about you, anyway?' he said. There was something odd about the troll. It hadn't quite dawned on him what it was, but there was definitely something unfamiliar, quite apart from all the holes.
'I suppose .
'Can you knock it down?'
'No. If this place wasn't troll proof, it'd be empty. Sorry.'
'Detritus?'
'Yes?'
Are you all right? Only there's steam comingthe armour was some help,' said Detritus. He pulled at the straps of his breastplate. Five discs of slid out at around belt level. 'If it hadn't slowed down I'd be seriously abraded.''What's up with you? Why are you talking like that?''Lake what, pray?''What happened to the "me big troll" talk? No offence meant.''I'm not sure I understand.'Cuddy shivered, and stamped his feet to keep warm.'Let's get out of here.'They trotted to the door. It was shut fast

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much does it mean to you?'
Vimes stared. He couldn't find the right words. It was just that he'd always been a man with a badge. He wasn't sure he could be one without the other.
Finally Lord . Remember.'

Cuddy opened his eyes.
'You're alive?' said Detritus.
The dwarf gingerly removed his helmet. There was a gouge in the rim, and his head ached.
'It looks like a mild skin abrasion,' said DVetinari said: 'Very well. I believe you're getting married at noon tomorrow.' His long fingers picked up the gilt-embossed invitation from the desk 'Yes. You can keep your badge, then. And have an honourable retirement. But I'm keeping the sword. And the Day Watch will be sent down to the Yard shortly to disarm your men. I'm standing the Night Watch down, Captain Vimes. In due course I might appoint another man in charge – at my leisure. Until then, you and your men can consider yourselves on leave.''The Day Watch? A bunch of—''I'm sorry?''Yes, sir.''One infraction, however, and the badge is mine

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little devils too,' said Lady Selachii. 'Sharp as needles.'
'You know,' Vimes shook his head, 'you know, that's what's so damn annoying, isn't it? The way they can be so incapable of any rational There was a wine bottle near his hand, despite Will-ikins' tactful best efforts to remove it. The neck looked invitingly grippable—
He was aware of eyes on him. He looked across the table into the face of a man who was watching him intently and whose last contribution to the conversation had been 'Could you be so kind as to pass me the seasonings, captain?' There was nothing remarkable about the face, except for the gaze – which was absolutely calm and mildly amused. It was Dr Cruces. Vimes had the strong impression that his thoughts were being read.thought and so bloody shrewd at the same time.'Only Vimes saw the look Lady Ramkin flashed him. Lord Eorle stubbed out his cigar.'They just move in and take over. And work away like ants all the time real people should be getting some sleep. It's not natural.'Vimes' mind circled the comment and compared it to the earlier one about a decent day's work.'Well, one of them won't be working so hard,' said Lady Omnius. 'My maid said one of them was found in the river this morning. Probably some tribal war or something.''Hah . . . it's a start, anyway,' said Lord Eorle, laughing. 'Not that anyone will notice one more or less.'Vimes smiled brightly.

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behind the clown. Beano felt a crunch, and then his own personal internal universe switched off.
Then he sat up.
'Ow,' he said, 'that hur—'
But it didn't.
Edward d'Eath was looking down at him with a horrified expression.
'Oh . . . I didn't mean to hitday?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?'
'Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'
Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.
'Pinching three dollars and then trotting grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom

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Shows you've joined.' He looked embarrassed for a moment, and then coughed. 'Right. Oh, yeah. Loada roc—some trolls,' he corrected .
'Shut up,' said Colon. 'Look, it says here. . . says here they're marching. . . says here they're marching up Short Street.' He turned the paper over. 'Is this right?'
'Trolls going one way, dwarfs going the other?' said Carrot.
'Now there's a parade you don't want to miss,' said Nobby.
'What's wrong?' said Angua.
Carrot waved his hands vaguely in the air. 'Oh, dear. It's going himself, 'got some kind of march down Short Street. Lance-Constable Detritus – don't let him salute! Right. What's this about, then?''It Troll New Year,' said Detritus.'Is it? S'pose we got to learn about this sort of thing now. And says here there's this gritsuc—this dwarf rally or something—''Battle of Koom Valley Day,' said Constable Cuddy. 'Famous victory over the trolls.' He looked smug, insofar as anything could be seen behind the beard.'Yeah? From ambush,' grunted Detritus, glowering at the dwarf.'What? It was the trolls—' Cuddy began

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‘em . . . two, three, forward, turn . . . Carter . . . back, spin . . . you do a double . . . two, back . . . wandering angus down the middle ...”
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“... two, spin...”
“The accordion’s melting, Jason,” sobbed Carter.
“... one, two, forward . .. bean setting!”
The accordion wheezed. The elves pressed in. Out of the corner of his eye Jason saw a dozen grinning, fascinated faces.
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . Carter into the middle . . . one, two, spin...”
Seven pairs of boots thudded down .. .
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . spin . . . ready . . . one, two . . . back . . . back . . . one, two . . . turn . . . KILL . . . and back, one, two...”Terry Pratchett“I’m losing it, Jason!”“Play! ... two, three, spin ...”“They’re all round us!”“Dance!”“They’re watching us! They’re closing in!”“... spin, back ... jump ... we’re nearly at the road ...”“Jason!”“Remember when . . . three, turn ... we won the cup against Ohulan Casuals? . .. spin ...”The sticks met, with a thump of wood against wood.Clods of earth were kicked into the night.“Jason, you don’t mean—“

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I saw Carter and Thatcher.”Mist curled up as the rain drummed into the warmearth. The seven surviving Morris Men crawled under adripping bush.“There’s going to be hell to pay in the morning!”moaned Carter. “When she finds us we’re done for!”“We’ll be all right if we can find some iron,” said Jason.“Iron don’t have no effect on her! She’ll tan our hidesfor us!”
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d’you think?”
“But, miss, you can’t take iron—“
Magrat slammed the door. Then she kicked the bowl of milk so hard that it sprayed across the street.
Jason Ogg crawled cautiously through the dripping bracken. There was a figure a few feet away. He hefted the stone in his hand—
“Jason?”
“Is that you, Weaver?”
“No, it’s me—Tailor.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Tinker’n Baker found Carpenter just now. Have you seen Weaver?”
“No, butCarter clutched his knees to his chest in terror.
“Who?”
“Mistress Weatherwax!”

Thatcher jabbed him in the ribs. Water cascaded off the leaves above them and tunneled down every neck.

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square, which was already quite full of people. It would have been a market day in any case, but people were erecting benches as well and the Maypole was already up. There were even a few dwarfs and trolls, politely maintaining a distance from one another.
“I just saw a monkey walk across the square,” said
Magrat.
“The whole world’s coming to Lancre!” said Millie, who had once been as far as Slice.
169.
“I’m just Magrat Garlick! Kings ought to marry princesses and duchesses and people like that! People who are used to it! I don’t want people shouting hooray just because I’ve gone by in a coach! And especially not people who’ve known me all my life! All this—this,” her frantic gesture took in the hated garderobe, the huge four-poster bed, and the dressing room full of stiff and expensive clothes, “this stuff ... it’s not for me It’s for some kind of idea. Didn’t you ever get those cut-outs, those dolls, you know, when you were a girl . . . dolls you cut out, and there were cut-out clothes as well? And you could make her anything you wanted? That’s me It’s . . . it’s like the bees! I’m being turned into a queen whether I want to or not! That’s what’s happening to me!”

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humiliation banged back and forth in her skull.
*It was here that the thaum, hitherto believed to be the smallest possible
particle of magic, Ahead of her, the Dancers were dark against the moonlit clouds.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
She was going to have an early night. It had been a busywas successfully demonstrated to be made up ofresonsf or reality fragments. Currently research indicates that each resonis itself made up of a combination of at least five “flavors,” known as“up,” “down,” “sideways,” “sex appeal,” and “peppermint.”+Lit; “Thing-ies.”107Terry PratchettStupid malicious old women! And stupid people, too! She’d won. According to the rules, she’d won! But everyone had laughed at her.That stung. The recollection of those stupid faces, all grinning. And everyone supporting those horrible old women, who had no idea about the meaning of witchcraft and what it could become.She’d show them.

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stared at one another for a moment.
The Bursar sagged.
“M-m-much better now, Archchancellor, thank you.”
“Something’s said. “One of three brothers. He married that Palliard girl, remember? The one with the air-cooled teeth?”
“I hope the poor woman’s got some respectable definitely happening. Bursar. I can feel it in my water.”“Anything you say, Archchancellor.”“Bursar?”“Yes, Archchancellor?”“You ain’t a member of some secret society or somethin’, are you?”“Me? No, Archchancellor.”“Then it’d be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”34LOR06 hNb LORIES“Know him?” said Granny Weatherwax.Nanny Ogg knew everyone in Lancre, even the forlorn thing on the bracken.“It’s William Scrope, from over Slice way,” she

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formed the unusual opinion that the job of a king is to make the kingdom a better place for everyone to live in.
Now he was inspecting a complicated piece of equip-ment. It had a pair of shafts for a horse, and the rest of it looked like a cartful of windmills.
He glanced up, and smiled in an absentminded way.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “All back safe then?”
“Um—“ Magrat began.
18“And I think we should do something about the pigs!” Verence shouted, “The Lancre Stripe! Is very hardy! But we could really bring the poundage up! By careful cross-breeding! With, say, the LORQ6 ft/VQ iftQ/£6“It’s a patent crop rotator,” said Verence. He tapped the machine. “Just arrived from Ankh-Morpork. The wave of the future, you know. I’ve really been getting interested in agri-cultural improvement and soil efficiency. We’ll really have to get cracking on this new three-field system.”Magrat was caught off balance.“But I think we’ve only got three fields,” she said, “andthere isn’t much soil in—““It’s very important to maintain the correct relationship between grains, legumes, and roots,” said Verence, raising his voice. “Also, I’m seriously considering clover. I should be interested to know what you think!”“Um—“

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the breath of God.
Probably the last man who knew how it worked had been tortured to death years before. Or as soon as it was installed. Killing the creator was a traditional method of patent-protection.
There were the levers and there, hanging over pits in the rock floor, were the two sets of counterweights. Probably it'd only take a "Oh. Yeah."
"Where does the shaft go to?"
"Don't know. There's the big Treadmill of Correction through there."
Ah.
The breath of God was ultimately the sweat of men. Didactylos would have appreciated the joke, Urn thought.
He was aware of a sound that had been there all the time but was only now penetrating through his concentration. It was tinny and faint and full of echoes, but it was voices. From few hundred gallons of water to swing the balance either way. Of course, the water'd have to be pumped up-"Sergeant?"Fergmen peered round the door. He looked nervous, like an atheist in a thunderstorm."What?"Urn pointed."There's a big shaft through the wall there, see? At the bottom of the gear-chain?""The what?""The big knobbly wheels?"

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back to my room and who would ever know?
I would .
. . . forward nine paces, and right one pace, and forward nineteen paces, and left two paces . . .
There was a light ahead. Not the occasional white glow of moonlight from the slits in the roof, but yel­low lamplight, dimming and brightening as its owner came nearer.
"Someone's coming," he whispered. "It must be one of the guides!"
Vorbis had Trembling, Brutha obeyed. He felt the soft flesh of an outflung arm under his sandal for a moment.
The pit, he thought. Look into Vorbis's eyes, and there's the pit. And I'm in it with him.
I've got to remember about fundamental truth.vanished.Brutha hovered uncertainly in the passageway as the light bobbed nearer.An elderly voice said, "That you, Number Four?"The light came round a corner. It half-illuminated an old man, who walked up to Brutha and raised the candle to his face."Where's Number Four?" he said, peering around Brutha.A figure appeared behind the man, from out of a side­passage. Brutha had the briefest glimpse of Vorbis, his face strangely peaceful, as he gripped the head of his staff, twisted and pulled. Sharp metal glittered for a moment in the candlelight.Then the light went out.Vorbis's voice said, "Take the lead again."

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Vorbis came to his aid instead.
"This must be very convenient on long voyages," he said.
"Uh. Yes?" said the captain.
"From the provisions point of view," said Vorbis.
"My lord, I don't quite-”
"It must be like having a traveling larder," said Vorbis.
The captain smiled. "Oh no, lord. We don't eat them."
"Surely not? They look quite wholesome to me. "
"Oh, but you know the old saying, lord . . .
"Saying?"
"Oh, they say that after they die, the souls of dead sailors become-”
The captain saw the abyss ahead, but the sentence had plunged on with a horrible momentum of its own.
For a "I say! Yes, you there!" he said.
One of the sailors nodded.
"Fetch me a harpoon," said Vorbis.
The man looked from him to the captain and then scuttled off obediently.while there was no sound but the zip of the waves, the distant splash of the porpoises, and the heaven-shaking thundering of the captain's heart.Vorbis leaned back on the rail."But of course we are not prey to such superstitions," he said lazily."Well, of course," said the captain, clutching at this straw. "Idle sailor talk. If ever I hear it again I shall have the man flog-”Vorbis was looking past his ear.
"But, ah, uh, but your lordship should not, uh, ha, attempt such sport," said the captain. "Ah. Uh. A harpoon is a dangerous weapon in untrained hands, I am afraid

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gods,' he said. 'Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream.'
His voice become older, deeper. 'Wizards of Unseen University,' it said, 'have I not given you absolute dominion'I have come,' said Rincewind thickly, 'to challenge the sourcerer. Which one is he?'
He surveyed the prostrate wizardry, hefting the half-brick in one hand.
Hakardly risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn't much good at interpreting non-verbal communication?'Behind. them the carpet rose slowly over the side of the tower, with Rincewind trying hard to keep his balance. His eyes were wide with the sort of terror that comes naturally to anyone standing on a few threads and several hundred feet of empty air.He lurched off the hovering thing and on to the tower, swinging the loaded sock around his head in wide, dangerous sweeps.Coin saw him reflected in the astonished stares of the assembled wizards. He turned carefully and watched the wizard stagger erratically towards him.'Who are you?' he said.

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'Search me.'
'Gosh, I'm sorry,' said Nijel, as the guards seemed to realise that the entertainment was over and closed in for the kill.
'Don't blame youself-’ said Rincewind, as Nijel reached up and tried unsuccessfully to free the blade.
'Thank you.'
'- I'll do . 'Who's your friend?'

As has already been indicated, the Luggage seldom shows any sign of emotion, or at least any emotion less extreme than blind rage and hatred, and therefore it is hard to gauge its feelings when it woke up, a few miles outside Al Khali, on its lid in a dried-up wadi with its legs in the air.
Even a few minutes after dawn the air was like the breath of a furnace. After it for you.'Rincewind considered his next step. In fact, he con­sidered several steps. But the door was too far away and anyway, by the sound of it, things were not a lot health­ier out there.There was only one thing for it. He'd have to try magic.He raised his hand and two of the men fell over. He raised his other hand and the other two fell over.Just as he was beginning to wonder about this, Conina stepped daintily over the prone bodies, idly rubbing the sides of her hands.'I thought you’d never turn up,' she said

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Seriph nodded at Rincewind. 'You might as well finish them up, then,' he said. 'Nasty crunchy things, I couldn't see the 'My father taught me to play the harmonica,' she volunteered.
Creosote's lips moved soundlessly as he tried out the idea.
'No good,' he said. 'Doesn't scan. Thanks all the same, though.' He gave her another thoughtful look. 'You know, you really are most becoming. Has anyone ever told you your neck is as a tower of ivory?'
'Never,' said Conina.
'Pity,' said Creosote again. He rummaged among his cushions and produced point.''I don't wish to sound ungrateful,' said Conina, over the sound of Rincewind's frantic coughing. 'But why did you have us brought here?''Good question.' Creosote looked at her blankly for a few seconds, as if trying to remember why they were there.'You really are a most attractive young woman,' he said. 'You can't play a dulcimer, by any chance?''How many blades has it got?' said Conina.'Pity,' said the Seriph, 'I had one specially imported.'

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There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.
But the eighth certainly against all reason-except the reasons of the heart, which are warm and messy and, well, unreasonable - he fled the halls of magic and fell in love and got married, not necessarily in that order.
And he had seven sons, each one from the cradle at least as powerful as any wizard in the world.
And then he had an eighth son ...
A wizard squared. A source of magic.
A sourcerer.
son grew up and married and had eight sons, and because there is only one suitable pro­fession for the eighth son of an eighth son, he became a wizard. And he became wise and powerful, or at any rate powerful, and wore a pointed hat and there it would have ended ...Should have ended ...But against the Lore of Magic and

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“Take my hand, child,” she said.
Diamanda stuck out a hand gingerly.
There was something about the eyes. It wasn’t the shape or the color. There was no evil glint. But there was ...
... a look. It was such a look that a microbe might encounter if it could see up from the bottom end of the microscope. It said: You are nothing. It said: You are flawed, you have no value. It said: You are animal. It said: Perhaps you may be a pet, or perhaps you may be a quarry. It said:
And the choice is not yours.
She tried to pull her hand away.It oughtn’t to be possible. She’d only ever tried it seriously when she was lying down, or at least when she had something to lean against.
She tried it now .. .
There were four elves chasing them. She didn’t even think about looking into their minds. But the horses ... ah, the horses . . .
They were carnivores, minds like an arrowhead.
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nasty recollections settled on Ridcully’s mind.
‘Good idea,’ he said.
‘But Mr Poons is still in there!’
Ridcully tried to focus on the glowing building.
‘What, dead Windle Poons?’
‘Arthur flew back when we realised he wasn’t with us and he said Windle was fighting something that’d come out of the walls! We saw lots of trolleys but they weren’t bothered about us! He let us get out!’ ‘What, dead Windle Poons?’
‘keen on . . . he . . .’ Ridcully hazarded. A lot of this was beyond him, but to people like Ridcully this didn’t matter for very long. Ridcully was simple-minded. This doesn’t mean stupid. It just meant that he could only think properly about things if he cut away all the complicated bits around the edges.
He concentrated on the single main fact. Someone who was technically a wizard was in trouble. He could relate to that. It struck a chord. The whole dead-or-alive businessYou can’t magic the place to bits with one of your wizards in there!’‘What, dead Windle Poons?’‘Yes!’‘But he’s dead,’ said Ridcully. ‘Isn’t he? He said he was.’ ‘Ha!’ said someone who had much less skin than Ridcully would have liked him to have. ‘That’s typical.That’s naked vitalism, that is. I bet they’d rescue someone in there if they happened to be alive.’‘But he wanted . . . he wasn’t

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glanced under the machine. A dozen sickles were bolted to a big horizontal wheel. Ingenious linkages took power from the wheels, via a selection of pulleys, to a whirligig arrangement of metal arms. He began to experience afished around among the debris on the floor, picked up a small knurled object, and screwed it on to a protruding piece of the mechanism.’Very important job. It stops the elliptical cam gradually sliding up the beam shaft and catching on the flange rebate, with disastrous results as you can no doubt imagine.’
Simnel stood back and wiped his hands on a cloth, making them slightly horrible feeling about the thing in front of him, but he asked anyway.‘Well, the heart of it all is this cam shaft,’ said Simnel, gratified at the interest. ‘The power comes up via the pulley here, and the cams move the swaging arms - that’s these things - and the combing gate, which is operated by the reciprocating mechanism, comes down just as the gripping shutter drops in this slot here, and of course at the same time the two brass balls go round and round and the flatting sheets carry off the straw while the grain drops with the aid of gravity down the riffling screw and into the hopper. Simple.’AND THE THREE-EIGHTHS GRIPLEY?‘Good job you reminded me.’ Simnel

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watch what you’re doing . . . where am I. . . quit shoving, there. . .
And then they faded again.
They were replaced by a squeaking noise from the next room. She pushed aside her boiled egg and waddled into the kitchen and selected a heavy frying pan. She waved it through the air once or twice, getting the heft of it, and then crept towards the crystal under its hood.
Raising the pan ready to swat anything unpleasant, she twitched aside the cover.
The ball was turning slowly round and round on its stand. Evadne watched it for a while. Then she drew the curtains, eased her weight down on the chair, took a deep breath and said, ‘ Is there anybody through the bead curtain.The sound was coming from under the severe, no-l It would say, for example, that you would shortly undergo a painful bowel movement. nonsense hessian cover of her crystal ball.Evadne went back

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said, in a voice that would have been even chillier if it was not already at absolute zero, No.
One said, Sorry. Just my little joke.
One said, Besides, sometimes he wonders about his job. Such speculation is dangerous.
One said, No argument there.

One, who seemed to have been thinking about something, said, Just one moment. Did you not just use the singular pronoun, ‘my’? Not developing a personality, are you?
One said, guiltily, Who? Us?
One said. space on the back of a giant turtle.
One said, Oh, one of that sort. I hate them.
One said, You’re doing it again. You said ‘I’.
One said, No! No! I didn’t! I never said ‘I’! . . . oh, bugger . . . It burst into flame ?iyld? burned in the same way that a small cloud of vapour burns, quickly and with no residual mess. Almost immediately, another one appeared. It was identical in appearance to its vanished sibling. One Where there is personality, there is discord.One said. Yes. Yes. Very true.One said, All right. But watch it in future.One said, Then we are agreed?They looked up at the face of Azrael, outlined against the sky. In fact, it ?loas? the sky.Azrael nodded, slowly.One said, Very well. Where is this place?One said, It is the Discworld. It rides through