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It
was
even
more
angry
than
usual
at
the
moment
.
It
could
sense
something
behind
its
eyes
.
A
tiny
,
weak
,
alien
mind
,
bloated
with
self
-
satisfaction
.
It
was
infuriating
,
like
an
unscratchable
itch
.
It
was
making
it
do
things
it
didn
’
t
want
to
do
.
.
.
and
stopping
it
from
doing
things
it
wanted
to
do
very
much
.
Those
eyes
were
,
for
the
moment
,
focused
on
Errol
,
who
was
going
frantic
.
Vimes
realised
that
all
that
stood
between
him
and
a
million
degrees
of
heat
was
the
dragon
’
s
vague
interest
in
why
Vimes
had
a
smaller
dragon
under
his
arm
.
"
Don
’
t
make
any
sudden
moves
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
voice
behind
him
.
"
And
don
’
t
show
fear
.
They
can
always
tell
when
you
’
re
afraid
.
"
"
Is
there
any
other
advice
you
can
offer
at
this
time
?
"
said
Vimes
slowly
,
trying
to
speak
without
moving
his
lips
.
"
Well
,
tickling
them
behind
their
ears
often
works
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Vimes
weakly
.
"
And
a
good
sharp
’
no
!
’
and
taking
away
their
food
bowl
.
"
"
Ah
?
"
"
And
hitting
them
on
the
nose
with
a
roll
of
paper
is
what
I
do
in
extreme
cases
.
"
In
the
slow
,
brightly
-
outlined
,
desperate
world
Vimes
was
now
inhabiting
,
which
seemed
to
revolve
around
the
craggy
nostrils
a
few
metres
away
from
him
,
he
became
aware
of
a
gentle
hissing
sound
.
