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The
dragon
was
taking
a
deep
breath
.
The
intake
of
air
stopped
.
Vimes
looked
into
the
darkness
of
the
flame
ducts
and
wondered
whether
he
’
d
see
anything
,
whether
there
’
d
be
some
tiny
white
glow
or
something
,
before
fiery
oblivion
swept
over
him
.
At
that
moment
a
horn
rang
out
.
The
dragon
raised
its
head
in
a
puzzled
way
and
made
a
noise
that
sounded
vaguely
interrogative
without
being
in
any
way
a
word
.
The
horn
rang
out
again
.
The
noise
seemed
to
have
a
number
of
echoes
that
lived
a
life
of
their
own
.
It
sounded
like
a
challenge
.
If
that
wasn
’
t
what
it
was
,
then
the
horn
blower
was
soon
going
to
be
in
trouble
,
because
the
dragon
gave
Vimes
a
smouldering
look
,
unfolded
its
enormous
wings
,
leapt
heavily
into
the
air
and
,
against
all
the
rules
of
aeronautics
,
flew
slowly
away
in
the
direction
of
the
sound
.
Nothing
in
the
world
should
have
been
able
to
fly
like
that
.
The
wings
thumped
up
and
down
with
a
noise
like
potted
thunder
,
but
the
dragon
moved
as
though
it
was
idly
sculling
through
the
air
.
If
it
stopped
flapping
,
the
movement
suggested
,
it
would
simply
glide
to
a
halt
.
It
floated
,
not
flew
.
For
something
the
size
of
a
barn
with
an
armour
-
plated
hide
,
it
was
a
pretty
good
trick
.
It
passed
over
their
heads
like
a
barge
,
heading
for
the
Plaza
of
Broken
Moons
.
"
Follow
it
!
"
shouted
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
That
’
s
not
right
,
it
flying
like
that
.
I
’
m
pretty
sure
there
’
s
something
in
one
of
the
Witchcraft
Laws
,
"
said
Carrot
,
taking
out
his
notebook
.
"
And
it
’
s
damaged
the
roof
.
It
’
s
really
piling
up
the
offences
,
you
know
.
"
