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They
turned
and
looked
him
up
and
down
.
He
could
see
the
disdain
in
their
eyes
.
They
probably
got
through
dozens
like
him
every
day
.
"
Not
got
a
daughter
?
"
said
one
of
them
.
"
Wants
people
to
kill
dragons
and
he
hasn
’
t
got
a
daughter
?
"
Vimes
felt
,
in
an
odd
way
,
that
he
ought
to
support
the
lord
of
the
city
.
"
He
’
s
got
a
little
dog
that
he
’
s
very
fond
of
,
"
he
said
helpfully
.
"
Bleeding
disgusting
,
not
even
having
a
daughter
,
"
said
one
of
the
hunters
.
"
And
what
’
s
fifty
thousand
dollars
these
days
?
You
spend
that
much
in
nets
.
"
"
S
’
right
,
"
said
another
.
"
People
think
it
’
s
a
fortune
,
but
they
don
’
t
reckon
on
,
well
,
it
’
s
not
pensionable
,
there
’
s
all
the
medical
expenses
,
you
’
ve
got
to
buy
and
maintain
your
own
gear
-
"
"
-
wear
and
tear
on
virgins
-
"
nodded
a
small
fat
hunter
.
"
Yeah
,
and
then
there
’
s
.
.
.
what
?
"
"
My
speciality
is
unicorns
,
"
the
hunter
explained
,
with
an
embarrassed
smile
.
"
Oh
,
right
.
"
The
first
speaker
looked
like
someone
who
’
d
always
been
dying
to
ask
the
question
.
"
I
thought
they
were
very
rare
these
days
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
there
.
You
don
’
t
see
many
unicorns
,
either
,
"
said
the
unicorn
hunter
.
Vimes
got
the
impression
that
,
in
his
whole
life
,
this
was
his
only
joke
.
