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The
memory
rose
up
and
hit
him
like
a
zombie
with
a
grudge
.
"
You
all
right
,
Captain
?
"
-
the
talons
,
outspread
,
wide
as
a
man
’
s
reach
;
the
boom
and
thump
of
the
wings
,
bigger
than
sails
;
the
stink
of
chemicals
,
the
gods
alone
knew
what
sort
.
.
.
It
had
been
so
close
he
could
see
the
tiny
scales
on
its
legs
and
the
red
gleam
in
its
eyes
.
They
were
more
than
just
reptile
eyes
.
They
were
eyes
you
could
drown
in
.
And
the
breath
,
so
hot
that
it
wasn
’
t
like
fire
at
all
,
but
something
almost
solid
,
not
burning
things
but
smashing
them
apart
.
.
.
On
the
other
hand
,
he
was
here
and
alive
.
His
left
side
felt
as
though
it
had
been
hit
with
an
iron
bar
,
but
he
was
quite
definitely
alive
.
"
What
happened
?
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
young
Carrot
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
He
grabbed
you
and
the
sergeant
and
jumped
off
the
roof
just
before
it
got
us
.
"
"
My
side
hurts
.
It
must
have
got
me
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
No
,
I
reckon
that
was
where
you
hit
the
privy
roof
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
And
then
you
rolled
off
and
hit
the
water
butt
.
"
