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Itym
:
The
Swamp
dragons
be
right
Poor
Thinges
,
yet
this
monstrous
Form
waxeth
full
mightily
;
Itym
:
From
whence
it
cometh
none
knowe
,
nor
wither
it
goeth
,
nor
where
it
bideth
betweentimes
;
Itym
:
Why
fore
did
it
burneth
so
neatlie
?
He
pulled
the
pen
and
ink
towards
him
and
,
in
a
slow
round
hand
,
added
:
Itym
:
Can
a
draggon
be
destroyed
into
utterlye
noe
-
thinge
?
He
thought
for
a
while
,
and
continued
:
Itym
:
Whyfore
did
it
Explode
that
noone
may
find
It
,
search
they
greatly
?
A
puzzler
,
that
.
Lady
Ramkin
said
that
when
a
swamp
dragon
exploded
there
was
dragon
everywhere
.
And
this
one
had
been
a
damn
great
thing
.
Admittedly
its
insides
must
have
been
an
alchemical
nightmare
,
but
the
citizens
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
should
still
have
been
spending
the
night
shovelling
dragon
off
the
streets
.
No
-
one
seemed
to
have
bothered
about
this
.
The
purple
smoke
was
quite
impressive
,
though
.
Errol
finished
off
the
coke
and
started
on
the
fire
irons
.
So
far
this
evening
he
had
eaten
three
cobblestones
,
a
doorknob
,
something
unidentifiable
he
’
d
found
in
the
gutter
and
,
to
general
astonishment
,
three
of
Cut
-
me
-
own
Throat
’
s
sausages
made
of
genuine
pork
organs
.
The
crunching
of
the
poker
going
down
mingled
with
the
patter
of
rain
on
the
windows
.
Vimes
stared
at
the
paper
again
and
then
wrote
:
Itym
:
How
can
Kinges
come
of
noethinge
?
