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"
And
stop
screaming
!
"
the
phantom
ordered
,
focusing
generations
of
natural
authority
into
four
syllables
.
Another
shout
spurred
the
horses
from
a
bewildered
standing
start
to
a
full
gallop
.
The
coach
bounced
away
over
the
flagstones
.
An
exploratory
tendril
of
flickering
light
brushed
the
reins
for
a
moment
and
then
lost
interest
.
"
I
suppose
you
haven
’
t
got
any
idea
what
’
s
happening
?
"
shouted
Vimes
,
against
the
crackling
of
the
spinning
fire
.
"
Not
the
foggiest
!
"
The
crawling
lines
spread
like
a
web
over
the
city
,
growing
fainter
with
distance
.
Vimes
imagined
them
creeping
through
windows
and
sneaking
under
doors
.
"
It
looks
as
though
it
’
s
searching
for
something
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Then
getting
away
before
it
finds
it
is
a
first
-
class
idea
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
"
A
tongue
of
fire
hit
the
dark
Tower
of
Art
,
slid
blindly
down
its
ivy
-
grown
flanks
,
and
disappeared
through
the
dome
of
Unseen
University
’
s
Library
.
The
other
lines
blinked
out
.
Lady
Ramkin
brought
the
coach
to
a
halt
at
the
far
side
of
the
square
.
