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"
That
’
s
Dewdrop
Mabelline
Talonthrust
the
First
,
"
said
her
ladyship
.
"
Champion
and
sire
of
champions
.
No
fire
left
now
,
poor
soppy
old
thing
.
He
likes
his
belly
rubbed
.
"
Vimes
made
surreptitiously
vicious
jerking
motions
to
dislodge
the
old
dragon
.
It
blinked
mournfully
at
him
with
rheumy
eyes
and
rolled
back
the
corner
of
its
mouth
,
exposing
a
picket
fence
of
soot
-
blackened
teeth
.
"
Just
push
him
off
if
he
’
s
a
nuisance
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
cheerfully
.
"
Now
then
,
what
was
it
you
were
asking
?
"
"
I
was
wondering
how
big
swamp
dragons
grow
?
"
said
Vimes
,
trying
to
shift
position
.
There
was
a
faint
growling
noise
.
"
You
came
all
the
way
up
here
to
ask
me
that
?
Well
.
.
.
I
seem
to
recall
Gayheart
Talonthrust
of
Ankh
stood
fourteen
thumbs
high
,
toe
to
matiock
,
"
mused
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Er
.
.
.
"
"
About
three
foot
six
inches
,
"
she
added
kindly
.
"
No
bigger
than
that
?
"
said
Vimes
hopefully
.
In
his
lap
the
old
dragon
began
to
snore
gently
.
"
Golly
,
no
.
He
was
a
bit
of
a
freak
,
actually
.
Mostly
they
don
’
t
get
much
bigger
than
eight
thumbs
.
"
Captain
Vimes
’
s
lips
moved
in
hurried
calculation
.
"
Two
feet
?
"
he
ventured
.
