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"
Lot
of
’
em
about
,
"
said
Nobby
.
He
mooched
over
to
the
nearest
one
,
and
kicked
it
.
"
Oi
!
"
A
figure
struggled
down
,
half
buried
in
a
string
of
flags
.
"
What
’
s
going
on
?
"
said
Nobby
.
The
flag
bearer
looked
him
up
and
down
.
"
Who
wants
to
know
,
tiddler
?
"
he
said
.
"
Excuse
me
,
we
do
,
"
said
Carrot
,
looming
out
of
the
fog
like
an
iceberg
.
The
man
gave
a
sickly
grin
.
"
Well
,
it
’
s
the
coronation
,
isn
’
t
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Got
to
get
the
streets
ready
for
the
coronation
.
Got
to
have
the
flags
up
.
Got
to
get
the
old
bunting
out
,
haven
’
t
we
?
"
Nobby
gave
the
dripping
finery
a
jaundiced
look
.
"
Doesn
’
t
look
that
old
to
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
looks
new
.
What
’
re
them
fat
saggy
things
on
that
shield
?
"
"
Those
are
the
royal
hippos
of
Ankh
,
"
said
the
man
proudly
.
"
Reminders
of
our
noble
heritage
.
"
"
How
long
have
we
had
a
noble
heritage
,
then
?
"
said
Nobby
.
