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He
felt
sure
,
watching
its
trajectory
,
that
it
ought
to
have
fallen
back
to
the
ground
.
It
shouldn
’
t
have
fallen
away
,
as
if
he
’
d
dropped
it
neatly
into
a
tunnel
in
the
sky
.
And
the
tunnel
shouldn
’
t
have
been
looking
back
at
him
.
Vivid
purple
lightning
lashed
from
the
empty
air
and
struck
the
houses
on
the
near
side
of
the
plaza
,
skittering
across
the
walls
for
several
yards
before
sinking
out
with
a
suddenness
that
almost
denied
that
it
had
ever
happened
at
all
.
Then
it
erupted
again
,
this
time
hitting
the
rimward
wall
.
The
light
broke
where
it
hit
into
a
network
of
searching
tendrils
spreading
across
the
stones
.
The
third
attempt
went
upwards
,
forming
an
actinic
column
that
eventually
rose
fifty
or
sixty
feet
in
the
air
,
appeared
to
stabilise
,
and
started
to
spin
slowly
.
Vimes
felt
that
a
comment
was
called
for
.
He
said
:
"
Arrgh
.
"
As
the
light
revolved
it
sent
out
thin
zigzag
streamers
that
jittered
away
across
the
rooftops
,
sometimes
dipping
,
sometimes
doubling
back
.
Searching
.
Errol
ran
up
Vimes
’
s
back
in
a
flurry
of
claws
and
fastened
himself
firmly
on
his
shoulder
.
The
excruciating
agony
recalled
to
Vimes
that
there
was
something
he
should
be
doing
.
Was
it
time
to
scream
again
?
He
tried
another
"
Arrgh
"
.
No
,
probably
not
.
The
air
started
to
smell
like
burning
tin
.
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
coach
rattled
into
the
plaza
making
a
noise
like
a
roulette
wheel
and
pounded
straight
for
Vimes
,
stopping
in
a
skid
that
sent
it
juddering
around
hi
a
semicircle
and
forced
the
horses
either
to
face
the
other
way
or
plait
their
legs
.
A
furious
vision
in
padded
leather
,
gauntlets
,
tiara
and
thirty
yards
of
damp
pink
tulle
leaned
down
towards
him
and
screamed
:
"
Come
on
,
you
bloody
idiot
!
"
One
glove
caught
him
under
his
unresisting
shoulder
and
hauled
him
bodily
on
to
the
box
.
