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"
I
made
some
notes
last
night
,
"
she
said
.
"
About
the
dragon
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
dragon
.
"
Vimes
relaxed
a
bit
.
Right
now
the
dragon
seemed
a
much
safer
prospect
.
"
And
I
did
a
bit
of
working
out
,
too
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
this
:
it
’
s
a
very
odd
beast
.
It
shouldn
’
t
be
able
to
get
airborne
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
there
.
"
"
If
it
’
s
built
like
swamp
dragons
,
it
should
weigh
about
twenty
tons
.
Twenty
tons
!
It
’
s
impossible
.
It
’
s
all
down
to
weight
and
wingspan
ratios
,
you
see
.
"
"
I
saw
it
drop
off
the
tower
like
a
swallow
.
"
"
I
know
.
It
should
have
torn
its
wings
off
and
left
a
bloody
great
hole
in
the
ground
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
firmly
.
"
You
can
’
t
muck
about
with
aerodynamics
.
You
can
’
t
just
scale
up
from
small
to
big
and
leave
it
at
that
,
you
see
.
It
’
s
all
a
matter
of
muscle
power
and
lifting
surfaces
.
"
"
I
knew
there
was
something
wrong
,
"
said
Vimes
,
brightening
up
.
"
And
the
flame
,
too
.
Nothing
goes
around
with
that
kind
of
heat
inside
it
.
How
do
swamp
dragons
manage
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
just
chemicals
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
dismissively
.
"
They
just
distill
something
flammable
from
whatever
they
’
ve
eaten
and
ignite
the
flame
just
as
it
comes
out
of
the
ducts
.
They
never
actually
have
fire
inside
them
,
unless
they
get
a
case
of
blowback
.
"
"
What
happens
then
?
"
