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What
a
shower
,
he
told
himself
.
A
bunch
of
incompetents
no
other
secret
society
would
touch
with
a
ten
-
foot
Sceptre
of
Authority
.
The
sort
to
dislocate
their
fingers
with
even
the
simplest
secret
handshake
.
But
incompetents
with
possibilities
,
nevertheless
.
Let
the
other
societies
take
the
skilled
,
the
hopefuls
,
the
ambitious
,
the
self
-
confident
.
He
’
d
take
the
whining
resentful
ones
,
the
ones
with
a
bellyful
of
spite
and
bile
,
the
ones
who
knew
they
could
make
it
big
if
only
they
’
d
been
given
the
chance
.
Give
him
the
ones
in
which
the
floods
of
venom
and
vindictiveness
were
dammed
up
behind
thin
walls
of
ineptitude
and
low
-
grade
paranoia
.
And
stupidity
,
too
.
They
’
ve
all
sworn
the
oath
,
he
thought
,
but
not
a
man
jack
of
’
em
has
even
asked
what
a
figgin
is
.
"
Brethren
,
"
he
said
.
"
Tonight
we
have
matters
of
profound
importance
to
discuss
.
The
good
governance
,
nay
,
the
very
future
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
lies
in
our
hands
.
"
They
leaned
closer
.
The
Supreme
Grand
Master
felt
the
beginnings
of
the
old
thrill
of
power
.
They
were
hanging
on
his
words
.
This
was
a
feeling
worth
dressing
up
in
bloody
silly
robes
for
.
"
Do
we
not
well
know
that
the
city
is
in
thrall
to
corrupt
men
,
who
wax
fat
on
their
ill
-
gotten
gains
,
while
better
men
are
held
back
and
forced
into
virtual
servitude
?
"
"
We
certainly
do
!
"
said
Brother
Doorkeeper
vehemently
,
when
they
’
d
had
time
to
translate
this
mentally
.
"
Only
last
week
,
down
at
the
Bakers
’
Guild
,
I
tried
to
point
out
to
Master
Critchley
that
-
"
It
wasn
’
t
eye
contact
,
because
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
had
made
sure
the
Brethren
’
s
hoods
shrouded
their
faces
in
mystic
darkness
,
but
nevertheless
he
managed
to
silence
Brother
Doorkeeper
by
dint
of
sheer
outraged
silence
.
"
Yet
it
was
not
always
thus
,
"
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
continued
.
"
There
was
once
a
golden
age
,
when
those
worthy
of
command
and
respect
were
justly
rewarded
.
An
age
when
Ankh
-
Morpork
wasn
’
t
simply
a
big
city
but
a
great
one
.
An
age
of
chivalry
.
An
age
when
-
yes
,
Brother
Watchtower
?
"
A
bulky
robed
figure
lowered
its
hand
.
"
Are
you
talking
about
when
we
had
kings
?
"
