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"
They
fight
like
blazes
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
,
as
he
climbed
on
to
the
coach
.
"
It
’
s
a
matter
of
making
your
opponent
explode
,
you
see
.
"
"
I
thought
,
in
Nature
,
the
defeated
animal
just
rolls
on
its
back
hi
submission
and
that
’
s
the
end
of
it
,
"
said
Vimes
,
as
they
clattered
after
the
disappearing
swamp
dragon
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
work
with
dragons
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Some
daft
creature
rolls
on
its
back
,
you
disembowel
it
.
That
’
s
how
they
look
at
it
.
Almost
human
,
really
.
"
The
clouds
were
clustered
thickly
over
Ankh
-
Morpork
.
Above
them
,
the
slow
golden
sunlight
of
the
Disc
-
world
unrolled
.
The
dragon
sparkled
in
the
dawn
as
it
trod
the
air
joyously
,
doing
impossible
turns
and
rolls
for
the
sheer
delight
of
it
.
Then
it
remembered
the
business
of
the
day
.
They
’
d
had
the
presumption
to
summon
it
.
.
.
Below
it
,
the
rank
wandered
from
side
to
side
up
the
Street
of
Small
Gods
.
Despite
the
thick
fog
it
was
beginning
to
get
busy
.
"
What
d
’
you
call
them
things
,
like
thin
stairs
?
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
.
"
Ladders
,
"
said
Carrot
.
