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"
There
’
s
a
lad
on
a
horse
in
the
middle
of
the
plaza
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
He
’
s
got
a
glittery
sword
,
you
know
.
Doesn
’
t
seem
to
be
doing
much
at
the
moment
,
though
.
"
Vimes
fought
his
way
into
the
lee
of
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Kings
,
"
he
panted
.
"
Of
Ankh
.
And
Thrones
.
Are
there
?
"
"
What
?
Oh
,
yes
.
There
used
to
be
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Hundreds
of
years
ago
.
Why
?
"
"
Some
kid
says
he
’
s
heir
to
the
throne
!
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
said
Throat
,
who
’
d
followed
Vimes
in
the
hope
of
clinching
a
sale
.
"
He
made
a
big
speech
about
how
he
was
going
to
kill
the
dragon
,
overthrow
the
usurpers
and
right
all
wrongs
.
Everyone
cheered
.
Hot
sausages
,
two
for
a
dollar
,
made
of
genuine
pig
,
why
not
buy
one
for
the
lady
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
mean
pork
,
sir
?
"
said
Carrot
warily
,
eyeing
the
glistening
tubes
.
"
Manner
of
speaking
,
manner
of
speaking
,
"
said
Throat
quickly
.
"
Certainly
your
actual
pig
products
.
Genuine
pig
.
"
"
Everyone
cheers
any
speech
in
this
city
,
"
growled
Vimes
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
mean
anything
!
"
