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Whenever
he
felt
that
he
was
slowing
down
,
or
that
he
was
losing
interest
,
he
remembered
those
shadows
,
and
it
was
like
having
dull
fire
poured
down
his
backbone
.
Things
like
that
shouldn
’
t
be
allowed
to
happen
.
Not
in
my
city
.
In
fact
the
Shades
were
not
a
problem
.
Many
of
its
denizens
were
out
hoard
-
hunting
anyway
,
and
those
that
remained
were
far
less
inclined
than
hitherto
to
lurk
in
dark
alleys
.
Besides
,
the
more
sensible
of
them
recognised
that
Lady
Ramkin
,
if
waylaid
,
would
probably
tell
them
to
pull
up
their
socks
and
not
be
silly
,
in
a
voice
so
used
to
command
that
they
would
probably
find
themselves
doing
it
.
The
wall
hadn
’
t
been
knocked
down
yet
and
still
bore
its
grisly
fresco
.
Errol
sniffed
around
it
,
trotted
up
the
alley
once
or
twice
,
and
went
to
sleep
.
"
Dint
work
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
.
"
Good
idea
,
though
,
"
said
Nobby
loyally
.
"
It
could
be
all
the
rain
and
people
walking
about
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
Vimes
scooped
up
the
dragon
.
It
had
been
a
vain
hope
anyway
.
It
was
just
better
to
be
doing
something
than
nothing
.
"
We
’
d
better
get
back
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
sun
’
s
gone
down
.
"
They
walked
back
in
silence
.
The
dragon
’
s
even
tamed
the
Shades
,
Vimes
thought
.
It
’
s
taken
over
the
whole
city
,
even
when
it
isn
’
t
here
.
People
’
11
start
tying
virgins
to
rocks
any
day
now
.
It
’
s
a
metaphor
of
human
bloody
existence
,
a
dragon
.
And
if
that
wasn
’
t
bad
enough
,
it
’
s
also
a
bloody
great
hot
flying
thing
.
