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a troll! So I can be prejudiced against trolls, all right? He's one mean mutherlode! Dey say when dey found the De Bris gang none of 'em had any teef–'
'What is the Cavern?' said Buddy.
'Troll Dibbler, reasonably.
'Yes, but only in fun. It's not as if they were aiming.'
'Anyway,' said Cliff, 'only trolls and damn silly young humans go there who think it clever to drink in a troll bar. You won't get an audience.'
Dibbler tapped the side of his nose.
'You play,' he said. 'You'll get an audience. That's my job.'
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spoon caught a glancing blow, pinwheeled through the air and hit the Bursar on the ear.
'What the hells does he think he's doing?'
'That really to think of somethin' silly to say about pepper. I'd just like to know what's the difference between this faculty and a bunch of pea‑brained idiots.'
'Hahaha,' said the Bursar nervously, still rubbing his ear.
'It wasn't a rhetorical question.' Ridcully snatched the knives out of the Lecturer's hands. The man went on beating the air for a moment, and then appeared to wake up.hurt!'The wizards clustered around the Lecturer in Recent Runes. He paid them no attention whatsoever. Sweat poured down his beard.'He just broke the cruet,' said Ridcully.'It's going to smart for hours.''Ah, yes, he's as hot as mustard,' said the Dean.'I'd take that with a pinch of salt,' said the Senior Wrangler.Ridcully straightened up. He raised a hand.'Now, someone's about to say something like "I hope the Watch don't ketchup with him", aren't you?' he said. 'Or "That's a bit of a sauce", or I bet you're all trying

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'He said I wasn't to tell you. I was just supposed to warn you about the horse. I got carried away. Turned up, has it?'
'Yes!'
'Ride it.'
'I did. It can't be real! Real horses know where the ground is.'
'Miss, there's no horse realer than that one.'
'I know his name! I've ridden him before!'
The raven 'I saw someone outside who said she was the Tooth Fairy,' she said.
'Nah, couldn't've been the Tooth Fairy,' said the raven. 'There's at least three of them.'
'There's no such person. I mean . . . I didn't know, I thought that's just a . . . story. Like the Sandman or the Hogfather
'Ah,' said the raven. 'Changing our tone, yes? Not sighed, or at least made a sort of whistling noise which is as close to a sigh as a beak can get.'Ride the horse. He's decided you're the one.''Where to?''That's for me not to know and you to find out.''Just supposing I was stupid enough to do it . . . can you kind of hint about what will happen?''Well . . . you've read books, I can see. Have you ever read any about children who go to a magical faraway kingdom and have adventures with goblins and so on?''Yes, of course,' said Susan, grimly.'It'd probably be best if you thought along those lines,' said the raven.Susan picked up a bundle of herbs and played with them.

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'When a man says "What's it all about then, seriously, when you get right down to it?" he's in a bad way,' he said, rolling a 'He always gets it wrong,' said Albert. 'That's the trouble. Like when he heard about Hogswatchnight? Remember that? We had to do the whole thing, the oak tree in a pot, the paper sausages, the pork dinner, him sitting there with a paper hat on saying IS THIS JOLLY? I made him a little desk ornament thing and he gave me a brick.'
Albert put the cigarette to his lips. It had been expertly rolled. Only an expert could get a rollup so thin and yet so soggy.
'It was a good brick, mind. I've still got it somewhere.'cigarette. 'So I don't know what it means when he says it. It's one of his fancies again.'The room's only other occupant nodded. His mouth was full.'All that business with his daughter,' said Albert. 'I mean . . . daughter? And then he heard about apprentices. Nothing would do but he had to go and get one! Hah! Nothing but trouble, that was. And you, too, come to think of it . . . you're one of his fancies. No offence meant,' he added, aware of who he was talking to. 'You worked out all right. You do a good job.'Another nod.

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dogs. You naughty boy. Give him a smack. You bad dog,' muttered Gaspode, like some horrible litany. 'Every dog you see here, right, every dog . . . run away Run away from his or her actual owner.'
'Is that all?'
'All? All ? Well. Of dogs. They were all unkempt. They were also, in a strange way, un-doglike. There was a small and rather dainty white poodle that still just about had the overgrown remains of its poodle cut, and a lapdog with the tattered remains of a tartan jacket still hanging from its shoulder. But they weren't milling around, or squabbling. They had a uniform intent look that she'd seen before, although never on dogs.course. You ain't exactly a dog. You wouldn't understand. You wouldn't know what it was like. But Big Fido . . . he told 'em. Throw off your choke chains, he said. Bite the hand that feeds you. Rise up and howl. He gave 'em pride,' said Gaspode, his voice a mixture of fear and fascination, 'He told 'em. Any dog he finds not bein' a free spirit – that dog is a dead dog. He killed a Dobermann last week, just for wagging his tail when a human went past.'Angua looked at some of the other

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you trying to do? Cross your claws? I didn't know dogs could do that.'
'We can't,' said Gaspode miserably.
Other dogs slunk out of '
'Do not twy to wun away,' said Butch, ' 'cos having your intestines chewed often offends.'
Angua lowered her head to Gaspode level. The little dog was shaking.
'What have you got me into?' she growled. 'This is the dog Guild, right? A pack of strays?'
'Shsssh! Don't say that! These aren't strays. Oh, blimey.' Gaspode glanced around. 'You don't just get any hound in the Guild. Oh, dear me, no. These are dogs that have been . . .' he lowered his voice, '. . . er . . . bad dogs.'
'Bad dogs?'

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me think now,' said Vimes. 'It could be something to do with a wrongful arrest. It could be something to do with some of the more restless dwarfs just needing any excuse to have a go at the trolls. What do you think, Quirke?'
'I don't think, over the stone floor of the hall had wiped away traces of the footprints.
A very large tunnel, almost blocked with debris and silt, led off in what Cuddy was pretty sure was the direction of the estuary.
It was almost pleasant. There was no smell, other than a damp, under-a-stone mustiness. And it was cooVimes.''Good man. You're just the type the city needs.'Vimes stood up.'I'll be going, then,' he said. 'I'll see you all tomorrow. If there is one.'The door slammed behind him. This hall was huge. It was the size of a city square, with pillars every few yards to support the roof. Tunnels radiated off it in every direction, and at various heights in the walls. Water trickled out of many of them, from small springs and underground streams.That was the problem. The film of running water l.

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while the conversation droned on in dwarfish. Carrot seemed to be winning, but it was a near thing. The clan was giving in not because of reason, or in obedience to the law, but because . . . well . . . because it was Carrot who was asking.
Finally, the touch anything. Er. They're not very happy about this, captain.'
A dwarf who was possibly Mrs Hammerhock produced a bunch of keys.
'I've always got on well with dwarfs,' said Vimes.
'They're not happy, sir. Um. They don't think we'll do any good.'corporal looked up. He was sitting on a dwarf stool, so his knees practically framed his head.'You have to understand, you see, that a dwarf's workshop is very important.''Right,' said Vimes. 'I understand.''And, er . . . you're a bigger.''Sorry?''A bigger. Bigger than a dwarf.''Ah.''Er. The inside of a dwarf's workshop is bike . . . well, it's like the inside of his clothes, if you know what I mean. They say you can look, if I'm with you. But you mustn't

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And then her gaze met that of a small, non-descript mongrel dog watching her very intently from under a cart. In fact non-descript was not what it was. It was very easy to descript. It looked like halitosis with a wet nose.
'Woof, woof,' said the dog, in a bored way. 'Woof, woof, woof, and growl, growl.'
The dog trotted into the mouth of an alleyway. Angua glanced around, and followed it. The rest of the squad were gathered around tailored black clothes, at least eighteen devices for killing people, but he was becoming aware that Lance-Constable Detritus had one on the end of each of his arms. Closer, as it were, to hand.
'I'll, er, I'll go and get the Master, then, shall I?' he said.
Carrot leaned down.
'Thank you for your co-operation,' he said gravely.Vimes, who'd gone very quiet.'Fetch me the Master of Assassins,' he said. 'Now!'The young Assassin tried to sneer.'Hah! Your uniform doesn't scare me,' he said.Vimes looked down at his battered breastplate and worn mail.'You're right,' he said. 'This is not a scary uniform. I'm sorry. Forward, Corporal Carrot and Lance-Constable Detritus.'The Assassin was suddenly aware of the sunlight being blocked out.'Now these, I think you'll agree,' said Vimes, from somewhere behind the eclipse, 'are scary uniforms.'The Assassin nodded slowly. He hadn't asked for this. Usually there were never any guards outside the Guild. What would be the point? He had, tucked away in his exquisitely

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It ignored them all and strutted slowly to the fallen Queen. Magrat pulled herself to her feet and hefted the axe
Nanny Ogg was the first to speak. Witches can generally come to terms with what actually (‘s, instead of insisting on what ought to be.
She looked up at the moors. “The first thing we do,” she said, “the first thing, is put back the stones.”
“The second thing,” corrected Magrat.
They both looked down at the still body of Granny Weatherwax. A few stray bees were flying disconsolate cir-cles in the grass near her head.
Nanny Ogg winked at Magrat.
“You did well there, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you to survive an attack like that. It fairly uncertainly.The Queen uncoiled, leaping up and raising her hands, her mouth framing the first words of some curse—The King held out a hand, and said nothing.Only Magrat heard it.Something about meeting by moonlight, she said later.And they awoke.The sun was well over the Rim. People pulled them-selves to their feet, staring at one another.There was not an elf in sight.

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Magrat’s hands held a rusty iron helmet, with wings.
“Come dance at the wedding, lady.”
Magrat’s hands closed on a well-endowed breastplate, with spikes.
Greebo, who had been tracking mice through a prone suit of armor, stuck his head out of a leg.
A change had come over Magrat. It showed in her breathing. She’d been panting, with fear and exhaustion. Then, for a few seconds, time when he’d leapt out on a vixen.
Normally Greebo could take on a fox without raising a
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sweat but, as it turned out, this one had cubs. He hadn’t found out until he chased her into her den. He’d lost a bit of one ear and quite a lot of fur before he’d got away.there was no sound of her breathing at all. And finally it returned. Slowly. Deeply. Deliberately.Greebo saw Magrat, who he’d always put down as basi-cally a kind of mouse in human shape, lift the hat with the wings on it and put it on her head.Magrat knew all about the power of hats.In her mind’s ear she could hear the rattle of the chariots.“Lady? We will bring your friends to sing to you.”She turned.The candlelight sparkled off her eyes.Greebo drew back into the safety of his armor. He recalled a particular

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door he said, ‘What’s the other pill for?’ and she gave him a look and said, ‘Well, you want to catch her, don’t you?’”
“That’d be that deep valley up near Slice,” said Carter.
They looked at him.
“What, exactly, are you talking about?” said Weaver.
“It’s right “Reckon we ought to be getting along home now, lads,” he managed.
“’S’nice night,” said Baker, staying put. “Look at them stars a-twinklin’.”
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“Turned a bit cold, though,” said Jason.behind the mountain,” said Carter, nodding knowingly. “Very shady there. That’s what she meant, I expect. The place where the sun doesn’t shine. Long way to go for a pill, but I suppose that’s witches for you.”Weaver winked at the others.“Listen,” he said, “I’m telling you she meant . . . well, where the monkey put his nut.”Carter shook his head.“No monkeys in Slice,” he said. His face became suf-fused with a slow grin. “Oh, I get it! She was daft!”“Them playwriters down in Ankh,” said Baker, “boy, they certainly know about us. Pass me the jug.”Jason turned his head again. He was getting more and more uneasy. His hands, which were always in daily contact with iron, were itching.

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In the meantime she wandered aimlessly through the cas-tle’s many rooms, the swishing of her dress almost unheard above the background roar of the turbines of tedium:
l humdrumhumdrumhumdrum—

She’d spent the whole morning trying to learn to do tapestry, because Millie assured her that’s what queens did, and the sampler with to talk to. But nobblyess obligay—queens had to live Above Stairs.
Below Stairs there was only Shawn Ogg, who was clean-ing the oven of the huge iron stove and reflecting that this was no job for a military man.
“Where’s everyone gone?”
Shawn leapt up, banging his head on the stove. „ “Ow! Sorry, miss! Um! Everits message “Gods bless this Hosue” was even now lying forlornly on her chair.In the Long Gallery were huge tapestries of ancient battles, done by previous bored regal incumbents; it was amazing how all the fighters had been persuaded to stay still long enough. And she’d looked at the many, many paintings of the queens themselves, all of them pretty, all of them well-dressed according to the fashion of their times, and all of them bored out of their tiny well-shaped skulls.Finally she went back to the solar. This was the big room on top of the main tower. In theory, it was there to catch the sun. It did. It also caught the wind and the rain. It was a sort of drift net for anything the sky happened to throw.She yanked on the bellpull that in theory summoned a servant. Nothing happened. After a couple of further pulls, and secretly glad of the exercise, she went down to the kitchen. She would have liked to spend more time there. It was always warm and there was generally someone

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who this man is?" he added, indicating Fasta Benj.
"It was a tortoise," said Brutha.
"Was it? Not surprised. Never did trust them, always creeping around. Look, I said no fish! He's not one of mine, I know that. Is he one of yours?"
Argavisti waved a hand Why you did this won't mean anything to them. You'll be the oppressors. They'll fight. They might even win. And there'll be another war. And one day people will say: why didn't they sort it all out, back then? On the beach. Before it all started. Before all those people died. Now we have that chance. Aren't we lucky?"
Argavisti stared at him. Then he nudged Borvorius.
"What did he say?"
Borvorius, who was better at thinking than the others, said, "Are you talking about surrender?"
"Yes. If that's the word."irritably. "Who sent you, boy?""No one. I came by myself. But you could say I come from the future.""Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?""You've come to wage war on Omnia. This would not be a good idea.""From Omnia's point of view, yes.""From everyone's. You will probably defeat us. But not all of us. And then what will you do? Leave a garrison? For ever? And eventually a new generation will retaliate.

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no," he murmured. "Twenty million people in this world, and the only one who believes in me is a suicide­"
"We can't just leave it," said Brutha.
"We can. We can. It's a lion. You leave lions alone. "
Brutha knelt faith.
Brutha grasped the spear-haft. The lion growled as he moved it.
"Can't you speak to it?" said Brutha.
"It's an animal."
"So are you. You could try to calm it down. Because if it gets excited-”
Om snapped into concentration.
In fact the lion's mind contained nothing but pain, a spreading nebuladown. The lion opened one crusted yellow eye, too weak even to bite him."You're going to die, you're going to die. I'm not going to find anyone to believe in me out here-”Brutha's knowledge of animal anatomy was rudimentary. Although some of the inquisitors had an enviable knowledge of the insides of the human body that is denied to all those who are not allowed to open it while it's still working, medicine as such was frowned upon in Omnia. But somewhere, in every village, was someone who officially didn't set bones and who didn't know a few things about certain plants, and who stayed out of reach of the Quisition because of the fragile gratitude of their patients. And every peasant picked up a smattering of knowledge. Acute toothache can burn through all but the strongest in

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Like your pants. And ninety-nine out of a hundred ideas they come up with are totally useless."
"Why doesn't anyone lock them away safely, then? They don't sound much use to me," said Brutha.
"Because the hundredth idea," said Om, "is generally a humdinger."
"What?"
"Look up at the highest tower on the rock."
Brutha ships would be a very interesting demonstration of optical principles," he added. "Always coming up with amazing new ideas, the philosophers. The one before that was some intricate device that demonstrated the principles of leverage by incidentally hurling balls of burning sulphur two miles. Then before that, I think, there was some kind of an underwater thing that shot sharpened logs into the bottom of ships."
Brutha stared at the disc again. He hadn't understood more than one-third of the words in the last statement.
"Well," he said, "does it?"looked up. At the top of the tower, secured by metal bands, was a big disc that glittered in the morning light."What is it?" he whispered."The reason why Omnia hasn't got much of a fleet any more," said Om. "That's why it's always worth having a few philosophers around the place. One minute it's all Is Truth Beauty and Is Beauty Truth, and Does a Falling Tree in the Forest Make a Sound if There's No one There to Hear It, and then just when you think they're going to start dribbling one of 'em says, Incidentally, putting a thirty-foot parabolic reflector on a high place to shoot the rays of the sun at an enemy's

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Just because he was temporarily embarrassed, the whole world thought it could take advantage. Well, when Om got back to his rightful shape and power, he told himself, Steps would be Taken. The tribes of Beetles and Melons . "Master of the novices. He is very important."
"Didn't I tell you not to bring me some fat old pederast!" shouted the voice in his head. "Your eyeballs will be spitted on shafts of fire for this!"
Brutha knelt down.
"I can't go to the High Priest," he said, as patiently as possible. "Novices aren't even allowed in the Great Temple except on special occasions. I'd be Taught the Error of My Ways by the Quisition if I was caught. It's the Law."
"Stupid fool!" the tortoise shouted.
Nhumrod decided that it was time to speak.would wish they'd never been created. And something really horrible would happen to all eagles. And . . . and there would be a holy commandment involving the planting of more lettuces . . .By the time the big boy arrived back with the waxy-skinned man, the Great God Om was in no mood for pleasantries. Besides, from a tortoise-eye viewpoint even the most handsome human is only a pair of feet, a distant pointy head, and, somewhere up there, the wrong end of a pair of nostrils."What's this?" he snarled."This is Brother Nhumrod," said Brutha

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taking people suspected of being less holy and putting them to death in a hundred ingenious ways. This is considered aprayer mills spun merrily in the breeze off the mountains. Bees loafed around in the bean blossoms, but buzzed fast in order to give the impression of hard work. High above, a lone eagle circled.
Brutha shrugged, and got back to the melons.
Yea, the Great God Om spake again unto Brutha, the Chosen One: reliable barometer of the state of one's piety in most of the really popular religions. There's a tendency to declare that there is more backsliding around than in the national toboggan championships, that heresy must be torn out root and branch, and even arm and leg and eye and tongue, and that it's time to wipe the slate clean. Blood is generally considered very efficient for this purpose. And it came to pass that in that time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One:"Psst!"Brutha paused in mid-hoe and stared around the Temple garden."Pardon?" he said.It was a fine day early in the lesser Spring. The

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'No,' said the Seriph, 'doubt about it. I know jewelled melons when I see them. As the white does in the meadows of the water margin are your thighs, which-’
'Erm, excuse me-, sir, sire, we need to get out. I suppose you wouldn't know the way?'
'Thousands of rooms,' said the Seriph,' in here, you know. Not been out in years.' He hiccuped. 'Decades. Ians. Never been out, in fact.' His face glazed over in the act of composition. 'The bird of Time has but, um, a little way to walk and lo! the bird is on its- feet.'
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Yes, all right, but why me?
In your soul you know you are a true wizard. The word 'Wizard' is engraved on your heart.
'Yes, but the trouble is I keep meeting people who might try to find out,' said Rincewind miserably.
'What did you say?' said Conina.
Rincewind 'I especially like the lace,' said Carding.
'It took ages.'
'Why didn't you try magic?' Carding waggled his fingers, and grasped the tall cool glass that appeared in mid-air. Under its paper umbrella and fruit salad it contained some sticky and expensive alcohol.
'Didn't work,' said Spelter. 'Just couldn't seem, um, to get it right. I had tostared at the smudge on the horizon and sighed.'Just talking to myself,' he said. Carding surveyed the hat critically. He walked around the table and stared at it from a new angle. At last he said: 'It's pretty good. Where did you get the octarines?''They're just very good Ankhstones,' said Spelter. 'They fooled you, did they?'It was a magnificent hat. In fact, Spelter had to admit, it looked a lot better than the real thing. The old Archchancellor's hat had looked rather battered, its gold thread tarnished and unravelling. The replica was a considerable improvement. It had style.