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He
pulled
out
the
key
to
the
new
headquarters
.
While
he
was
fumbling
in
the
lock
,
Errol
woke
up
and
started
to
yammer
.
"
Not
now
,
"
Vimes
said
.
His
side
twinged
.
The
night
had
barely
started
and
already
he
felt
too
tired
.
A
slate
slid
down
the
roof
and
smashed
on
the
cobbles
beside
him
.
"
Captain
,
"
hissed
Sergeant
Colon
.
"
What
?
"
"
It
’
s
on
the
roof
,
Captain
.
"
Something
about
the
sergeant
’
s
voice
got
through
to
Vimes
.
It
wasn
’
t
excited
.
It
wasn
’
t
frightened
.
It
just
had
a
tone
of
dull
,
leaden
terror
.
He
looked
up
.
Errol
started
to
bounce
up
and
down
under
his
arm
.
The
dragon
-
the
dragon
-
was
peering
down
interestedly
over
the
guttering
.
Its
face
alone
was
taller
than
a
man
.
Its
eyes
were
the
size
of
very
large
eyes
,
coloured
a
smouldering
red
and
filled
with
an
intelligence
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
human
beings
.
It
was
far
older
,
for
one
thing
.
It
was
an
intelligence
that
had
already
been
long
basted
in
guile
and
marinated
in
cunning
by
the
time
a
group
of
almost
-
monkeys
were
wondering
whether
standing
on
two
legs
was
a
good
career
move
.
It
wasn
’
t
an
intelligence
that
had
any
truck
with
,
or
even
understood
,
the
arts
of
diplomacy
.
It
wouldn
’
t
play
with
you
,
or
ask
you
riddles
.
But
it
understood
all
about
arrogance
and
power
and
cruelty
and
if
it
could
possibly
manage
it
,
it
would
burn
your
head
off
.
Because
it
liked
to
.
