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"
We
never
intended
this
,
"
he
said
weakly
.
"
Honestly
.
No
offence
.
We
just
wanted
what
was
due
to
us
.
"
A
skeletal
hand
patted
him
on
the
shoulder
,
not
unkindly
.
And
Death
said
,
congratulations
.
Apart
from
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
the
only
Elucidated
Brother
to
be
away
at
the
time
of
the
dragon
was
Brother
Fingers
.
He
’
d
been
sent
out
for
some
pizzas
.
Brother
Fingers
was
always
the
one
sent
out
for
takeaway
food
.
It
was
cheaper
.
He
’
d
never
bothered
to
master
the
art
of
paying
for
things
.
When
the
guards
rolled
up
just
behind
Errol
,
Brother
Fingers
was
standing
with
a
stack
of
cardboard
boxes
in
his
hands
and
his
mouth
open
.
Where
the
dread
portal
should
have
been
was
a
warm
melted
patch
of
assorted
substances
.
"
Oh
,
my
goodness
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
Vimes
slid
down
from
the
coach
and
tapped
Brother
Fingers
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
did
you
by
any
chance
see
what
-
"
When
Brother
Fingers
turned
towards
him
his
face
was
the
face
of
a
man
who
has
hang
-
glided
over
the
entrance
to
Hell
.
He
kept
opening
and
shutting
his
mouth
but
no
words
were
coming
out
.
