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Eye
contact
.
That
was
the
important
thing
.
She
really
,
Vimes
thought
,
shouldn
’
t
have
looked
down
even
for
a
moment
.
The
dragon
raised
one
talon
in
a
leisurely
fashion
and
pinned
her
to
the
ground
.
As
Vimes
half
-
rose
in
horror
Errol
escaped
from
his
grip
and
cleared
the
trough
in
one
leap
.
He
bounced
across
the
plaza
in
a
series
of
wing
-
whirring
arcs
,
mouth
gaping
,
emitting
wheezing
burps
,
trying
to
flame
.
He
was
answered
with
a
tongue
of
blue
-
white
fire
that
melted
a
streak
of
bubbling
rock
several
yards
long
but
failed
to
strike
the
challenger
.
It
was
hard
to
pick
him
out
of
the
air
because
,
quite
clearly
,
even
Errol
didn
’
t
know
where
he
was
going
to
be
,
or
what
way
up
he
was
going
to
be
when
he
got
there
.
His
only
hope
at
this
point
lay
in
movement
,
and
he
vaulted
and
spun
between
the
increasingly
furious
bursts
of
fire
like
a
scared
but
determined
random
particle
.
The
great
dragon
reared
up
with
the
sound
of
a
dozen
anchor
chains
being
thrown
into
a
corner
,
and
tried
to
bat
the
tormenter
out
of
the
air
.
Vimes
’
s
legs
gave
in
at
that
point
and
decided
that
they
might
allow
themselves
to
be
heroic
legs
for
a
while
.
He
scurried
across
the
intervening
space
,
sword
at
the
ready
for
what
good
it
might
do
,
grabbed
Lady
Ramkin
by
an
arm
and
a
handful
of
bedraggled
ballgown
,
and
swung
her
on
to
his
shoulder
.
He
got
several
yards
before
the
essential
bad
judgement
of
this
move
dawned
on
him
.
He
went
"
Gngh
"
.
His
vertebrae
and
knees
were
trying
to
fuse
into
one
lump
.
Purple
spots
flashed
on
and
off
in
front
of
his
eyes
.
On
top
of
it
all
,
something
unfamiliar
but
apparently
made
of
whalebone
was
poking
sharply
into
the
back
of
his
neck
.
He
managed
a
few
more
steps
by
sheer
momentum
,
knowing
that
when
he
stopped
he
was
going
to
be
utterly
crushed
.
The
Ramkins
hadn
’
t
bred
for
beauty
,
they
’
d
bred
for
healthy
solidity
and
big
bones
,
and
they
’
d
got
very
good
at
it
over
the
centuries
.
A
gout
of
livid
dragonfire
crackled
into
the
flagstones
a
few
feet
away
.
