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There
was
even
more
bunting
now
.
People
were
beginning
to
line
the
main
streets
,
even
though
there
were
hours
to
wait
.
It
was
still
very
depressing
.
He
felt
an
appetite
for
once
,
one
that
it
’
d
take
more
than
a
drink
or
two
to
satisfy
.
He
strolled
along
for
breakfast
at
Harga
’
s
House
of
Ribs
,
the
habit
of
years
,
and
got
another
unpleasant
surprise
.
Normally
the
only
decoration
in
there
was
on
Sham
Harga
’
s
vest
and
the
food
was
good
solid
stuff
for
a
cold
morning
,
all
calories
and
fat
and
protein
and
maybe
a
vitamin
crying
softly
because
it
was
all
alone
.
Now
laboriously
-
made
paper
streamers
criss
-
crossed
the
room
and
he
was
confronted
with
a
crayonned
menu
in
which
the
words
"
Coronasion
"
and
"
Royall
"
figured
somewhere
on
every
crooked
line
.
Vimes
pointed
wearily
at
the
top
of
the
menu
.
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
he
said
.
Harga
peered
at
it
.
They
were
alone
in
the
grease
-
walled
cafe
.
"
It
says
’
Bye
Royarl
Appointmente
’
,
Captain
,
"
he
said
proudly
.
"
What
’
s
it
mean
?
"
Harga
scratched
his
head
with
a
ladle
.
"
What
it
means
is
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
the
king
comes
in
here
,
he
’
ll
like
it
.
"
"
Have
you
got
anything
that
isn
’
t
too
aristocratic
for
me
to
eat
,
then
?
"
said
Vimes
sourly
,
and
settled
for
a
slice
of
plebeian
fried
bread
and
a
proletarian
steak
cooked
so
rare
you
could
still
hear
it
bray
.
Vimes
ate
it
at
the
counter
.
A
vague
scraping
noise
disturbed
his
thoughts
.
"
What
’
re
you
doing
?
"
he
said
.
