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And
it
was
at
this
moment
that
Lord
Mountjoy
Quickfang
Winterforth
IV
chose
to
belch
.
It
wasn
’
t
another
stab
of
roaring
fire
.
It
was
just
a
near
-
invisible
ball
of
damp
flame
which
rolled
over
the
mob
and
singed
a
few
eyebrows
.
But
it
definitely
made
an
impression
.
Vimes
rallied
magnificently
.
They
couldn
’
t
have
noticed
his
brief
moment
of
sheer
horror
.
"
That
one
was
just
to
get
your
attention
,
"
he
said
,
poker
-
faced
.
"
The
next
one
will
be
a
little
lower
.
"
"
Er
,
"
said
the
leader
.
"
Right
you
are
.
No
problem
.
We
were
just
going
anyhow
.
No
big
dragons
here
,
right
enough
.
Sorry
you
’
ve
been
troubled
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
triumphantly
.
"
You
don
’
t
get
away
that
easily
!
"
She
reached
up
on
to
a
shelf
and
produced
a
tin
box
.
It
had
a
slot
in
the
lid
.
It
rattled
.
On
the
side
was
the
legend
:
The
Sunshine
Sanctuary
for
Sick
Dragons
.
The
initial
whip
-
round
produced
four
dollars
and
thirty
-
one
pence
.
After
Captain
Vimes
gestured
pointedly
with
the
dragon
,
a
further
twenty
-
five
dollars
and
sixteen
pence
were
miraculously
forthcoming
.
Then
the
mob
fled
.
"
We
made
a
profit
on
the
day
,
anyway
,
"
said
Vimes
,
when
they
were
alone
again
.
"
That
was
jolly
brave
of
you
!
"
