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You
knew
where
you
were
with
a
shiny
breastplate
.
The
strangeness
of
the
city
,
where
they
had
all
these
laws
and
concentrated
on
ignoring
them
,
was
too
much
for
him
.
But
a
shiny
breastplate
was
a
breastplate
well
shined
.
The
door
opened
.
He
peered
across
the
top
of
the
ancient
desk
.
There
was
no
-
one
there
.
He
tried
a
few
more
industrious
rubs
.
There
was
the
vague
sound
of
someone
who
had
got
fed
up
with
waiting
.
Two
purple
-
fingernailed
hands
grasped
the
edge
of
the
desk
,
and
the
Librarian
’
s
face
rose
slowly
into
view
like
an
early
-
morning
coconut
.
"
Oook
,
"
he
said
.
Carrot
stared
.
It
had
been
explained
to
him
carefully
that
,
contrary
to
appearances
,
laws
governing
the
animal
kingdom
did
not
apply
to
the
Librarian
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
Librarian
himself
was
never
very
interested
in
obeying
the
laws
governing
the
human
kingdom
,
either
.
He
was
one
of
those
little
anomalies
you
have
to
build
around
.
"
Hallo
,
"
said
Carrot
uncertainly
.
(
"
Don
’
t
call
him
’
boy
’
or
pat
him
,
that
always
gets
him
annoyed
.
"
)
"
Oook
.
"
The
Librarian
prodded
the
desk
with
a
long
,
many
-
jointed
finger
.
"
What
?
"
