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"
On
account
of
the
hoard
,
"
said
Throat
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
said
Vimes
gloomily
.
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Tell
you
what
,
"
said
Throat
,
"
tell
you
what
.
For
our
boys
in
brown
,
ten
percent
off
.
"
"
And
you
’
re
cutting
your
own
throat
,
Throat
?
"
"
Fifteen
percent
for
officers
!
"
urged
Throat
,
as
Vimes
walked
away
.
The
cause
of
the
slight
panic
in
his
voice
was
soon
apparent
.
He
had
plenty
of
competition
.
The
people
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
were
not
by
nature
heroic
but
were
,
by
nature
,
salesmen
.
In
the
space
of
a
few
feet
Vimes
could
have
bought
any
number
of
magical
weapons
Genuine
certyfycate
of
orthenticity
with
everyone
,
a
cloak
of
invisibility
-
a
good
touch
,
he
thought
,
and
he
was
really
impressed
by
the
way
the
stallowner
was
using
a
mirror
with
no
glass
in
it
-
and
,
by
way
of
lighter
relief
,
dragon
biscuits
,
balloons
and
windmills
on
sticks
.
Copper
bracelets
guaranteed
to
bring
relief
from
dragons
were
a
nice
thought
.
There
seemed
to
be
as
many
sacks
and
shovels
about
as
there
were
swords
.
Gold
,
that
was
it
.
The
hoard
.
Hah
!
Fifty
thousand
dollars
!
An
officer
of
the
Watch
earned
thirty
dollars
a
month
and
had
to
pay
to
have
his
own
dents
beaten
out
.
What
he
couldn
’
t
do
with
fifty
thousand
dollars
.
.
.
