Thomas Moran The Wilds of Lake Superior

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Fools and the Assassins will be guarding this hole until we can get some masons in tomorrow. No-one is to go through, you the right mood. He's poisoned fifteen people this year. He's almost as good with poisons as old Cruces.'
'Do I need to know that?' said Angua. Downey patted her on the head.
'Oh, Assassins shouldn't kill unless they're being paid. It's these little tips that make all the difference.'
Now Angua was in a position to see the door. There was a name written on a piece of card stuck in a metal bracket.
Edward d'Eath.
'Edward d'Eath,' she said.
'There's a name that tolls a bell,' said G

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isn't a troll,' he said. 'This is Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute. Trolls attacked the Day Watch?'
'They're chucking cobbles!'
'You can't about it?'
'Is the rent worth more than a farthing a month?'
Muldoon stared at him with his one operating eye.
'Are you simple or what?'
Carrot gave him a big smile. 'That's right, Sergeant Muldoon. Is it, though? Worth a farthing, would you say?'
'There's dwarfs running around the streets looking for a fight and you want to know about property prices?'
'A farthing?'trust '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?' said Carrot.'I don't know! You lot have got to do something'.''We're stood down,' said Colon. 'Official.''Don't give me that!''Ah,' said Carrot, brightly. He pulled a stub of pencil out of his pocket and made a little tick in his black book. 'You still got that little house in Easy Street, Sergeant Muldoon?''What? What? Yes! What

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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