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Afterwards
he
wondered
if
he
’
d
only
imagined
leaping
several
inches
into
the
air
and
covering
the
rest
of
the
distance
to
the
horsetrough
at
a
respectable
run
.
Perhaps
,
in
extremis
,
everyone
learned
the
kind
of
instant
movement
that
was
second
nature
to
Nobby
.
Anyway
,
the
horsetrough
was
behind
him
and
Lady
Ramkin
was
in
his
arms
,
or
at
least
was
pinning
his
arms
to
the
ground
.
He
managed
to
free
them
and
tried
to
massage
a
bit
of
life
back
.
What
did
you
do
next
?
She
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
injured
.
He
recalled
something
about
loosening
a
person
’
s
clothing
,
but
in
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
case
that
might
be
dangerous
without
special
tools
.
She
solved
the
immediate
problem
by
grabbing
the
edge
of
the
trough
and
hauling
herself
upright
.
"
Right
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
’
s
the
slipper
for
you
-
"
Her
eyes
focused
on
Vimes
for
the
first
time
.
"
What
the
hell
’
s
going
on
-
"
she
began
again
,
and
then
caught
the
scene
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Oh
sod
,
"
she
said
.
"
Pardon
my
Klatchian
.
"
Errol
was
running
out
of
energy
.
The
stubby
wings
were
indeed
incapable
of
real
flight
,
and
he
was
remaining
airborne
solely
by
flapping
madly
,
like
a
chicken
.
The
great
talons
swished
through
the
air
.
One
of
them
caught
one
of
the
plaza
’
s
fountains
,
and
demolished
it
.
The
next
one
swatted
Errol
neatly
.
He
shot
over
Vimes
’
s
head
in
a
straight
rising
line
,
hit
a
roof
behind
him
,
and
slid
down
it
.
"
You
’
ve
got
to
catch
him
!
"
shouted
Lady
Vimes
.
"
You
must
!
It
’
s
vital
!
"
Vimes
stared
at
her
,
and
then
dived
forward
as
Errol
’
s
pear
-
shaped
body
slithered
over
the
edge
of
the
roof
and
dropped
.
He
was
surprisingly
heavy
.
