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He
hadn
’
t
even
seen
the
lad
close
to
.
He
looked
personable
enough
,
not
exactly
a
great
thinker
,
but
definitely
the
kind
of
profile
you
wouldn
’
t
mind
seeing
on
your
small
change
.
Mind
you
,
after
killing
the
dragon
he
could
have
been
a
cross
-
eyed
goblin
for
all
that
it
mattered
.
The
mob
had
borne
him
in
triumph
to
the
Patrician
’
s
palace
.
Lord
Vetinari
had
been
locked
up
in
his
own
dungeons
.
He
hadn
’
t
put
up
much
fight
,
apparently
.
Just
smiled
at
everyone
and
went
quietly
.
What
a
happy
coincidence
for
the
city
that
,
just
when
it
needed
a
champion
to
kill
the
dragon
,
a
king
came
forth
.
Vimes
turned
this
thought
over
for
a
while
.
Then
he
turned
it
back
to
front
.
He
picked
up
the
quill
and
wrote
:
Itym
:
What
a
happy
chance
it
be
,
for
a
lad
that
would
be
Kinge
,
that
there
be
a
Draggon
to
sloe
to
prove
beyond
doubt
his
honey
fiddes
.
It
was
a
lot
better
than
birthmarks
and
swords
,
that
was
for
sure
.
He
twiddled
the
quill
for
a
while
,
and
then
doodled
:
Itym
:
The
draggon
was
not
a
Mechanical
devise
,
yette
surety
no
wizzard
has
the
power
to
create
a
beaste
of
that
mag
.
magg
.
maggnyt
.
Size
.
Itym
:
Whye
,
in
the
Pinche
,
could
it
not
Flame
?
Itym
:
Where
did
it
come
from
?
