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"
Yes
.
Do
so
.
"
"
And
I
shall
ensure
the
Watch
take
great
care
,
"
said
Wonse
.
The
Patrician
stopped
his
pacing
.
"
The
Watch
?
The
Watch
?
My
dear
chap
,
the
Watch
are
a
bunch
of
incompetents
commanded
by
a
drunkard
.
It
’
s
taken
me
years
to
achieve
it
.
The
last
thing
we
need
to
concern
ourselves
with
is
the
Watch
.
"
He
thought
for
a
moment
.
"
Ever
seen
a
dragon
,
Wonse
?
One
of
the
big
ones
,
I
mean
?
Oh
,
they
’
re
impossible
.
You
said
.
"
"
They
’
re
just
legend
,
really
.
Superstition
,
"
said
Wonse
.
"
Hmm
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
And
the
thing
about
legends
,
of
course
,
is
that
they
are
legendary
.
"
"
Exactly
,
sir
.
"
"
Even
so
-
"
The
Patrician
paused
,
and
stared
at
Wonse
for
some
time
.
"
Oh
,
well
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sort
it
out
.
I
’
m
not
having
any
of
this
dragon
business
.
It
’
s
the
type
of
thing
that
makes
people
restless
.
Put
a
stop
to
it
.
"
When
he
was
alone
he
stood
and
looked
out
gloomily
over
the
twin
city
.
It
was
drizzling
again
.
Ankh
-
Morpork
!
Brawling
city
of
a
hundred
thousand
souls
!
And
,
as
the
Patrician
privately
observed
,
ten
times
that
number
of
actual
people
.
The
fresh
rain
glistened
on
the
panorama
of
towers
and
rooftops
,
all
unaware
of
the
teeming
,
rancorous
world
it
was
dropping
into
.
Luckier
rain
fell
on
upland
sheep
,
or
whispered
gently
over
forests
,
or
patterned
somewhat
incestuously
into
the
sea
.
Rain
that
fell
on
Ankh
-
Morpork
,
though
,
was
rain
that
was
in
trouble
.
They
did
terrible
things
to
water
,
in
Ankh
-
Morpork
.
Being
drunk
was
only
the
start
of
its
problems
.
