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Vimes
put
his
head
in
his
hands
.
He
wondered
how
long
it
was
since
he
’
d
last
had
any
sleep
,
proper
sleep
,
the
sort
with
sheets
.
Or
food
,
come
to
that
.
Was
it
last
night
,
or
the
night
before
?
Had
he
ever
,
come
to
think
of
it
,
ever
slept
at
all
in
all
his
life
?
It
didn
’
t
seem
like
it
.
The
arms
of
Morpheus
had
rolled
up
their
sleeves
and
were
giving
the
back
of
his
brain
a
right
pummelling
,
but
bits
were
fighting
back
.
Any
of
them
get
.
.
.
?
"
Any
of
who
?
"
he
said
.
"
The
people
in
the
house
,
of
course
,
"
said
Wonse
.
"
I
assume
there
were
people
in
it
.
At
night
,
I
mean
.
"
"
Oh
?
Oh
.
Yes
.
It
wasn
’
t
like
a
normal
house
.
I
think
it
was
some
sort
of
secret
society
thing
,
"
Vimes
managed
.
Something
was
clicking
in
his
mind
,
but
he
was
too
tired
to
examine
it
.
"
Magic
,
you
mean
?
"
"
Dunno
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Could
be
.
Guys
in
robes
.
"
He
’
s
going
to
tell
me
I
’
ve
been
overdoing
it
,
he
said
.
He
’
ll
be
right
,
too
.
"
Look
,
"
said
Wonse
,
kindly
.
"
People
who
mess
around
with
magic
and
don
’
t
know
how
to
control
it
,
well
,
they
can
blow
themselves
up
and
-
"
"
Blow
themselves
up
?
"
"
And
you
’
ve
had
a
busy
few
days
,
"
said
Wonse
soothingly
.
"
If
I
’
d
been
knocked
down
and
almost
burned
alive
by
a
dragon
I
expect
I
’
d
be
seeing
them
all
the
time
.
"
