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Not
many
people
these
days
remarked
upon
the
fact
that
he
was
an
ape
.
The
change
had
been
brought
about
by
a
magical
accident
,
always
a
possibility
where
so
many
powerful
books
are
kept
together
,
and
he
was
considered
to
have
got
off
lightly
.
After
all
,
he
was
still
basically
the
same
shape
.
And
he
had
been
allowed
to
keep
his
job
,
which
he
was
rather
good
at
,
although
’
allowed
’
is
not
really
the
right
word
.
It
was
the
way
he
could
roll
his
upper
lip
back
to
reveal
more
incredibly
yellow
teeth
than
any
other
mouth
the
University
Council
had
ever
seen
before
that
somehow
made
sure
the
matter
was
never
really
raised
.
But
now
there
was
another
sound
,
the
alien
sound
of
a
door
creaking
open
.
Footsteps
padded
across
the
floor
and
disappeared
amongst
the
clustering
shelves
.
The
books
rustled
indignantly
,
and
some
of
the
larger
grimoires
rattled
their
chains
.
The
Librarian
slept
on
,
lulled
by
the
whispering
of
the
rain
.
In
the
embrace
of
his
gutter
,
half
a
mile
away
,
Captain
Vimes
of
the
Night
Watch
opened
his
mouth
and
started
to
sing
.
Now
a
black
-
robed
figure
scurried
through
the
midnight
streets
,
ducking
from
doorway
to
doorway
,
and
reached
a
grim
and
forbidding
portal
.
No
mere
doorway
got
that
grim
without
effort
,
one
felt
.
It
looked
as
though
the
architect
had
been
called
in
and
given
specific
instructions
.
We
want
something
eldritch
in
dark
oak
,
he
’
d
been
told
.
So
put
an
unpleasant
gargoyle
thing
over
the
archway
,
give
it
a
slam
like
the
footfall
of
a
giant
and
make
it
clear
to
everyone
,
in
fact
,
that
this
isn
’
t
the
kind
of
door
that
goes
’
ding
-
dong
’
when
you
press
the
bell
.
The
figure
rapped
a
complex
code
on
the
dark
woodwork
.
A
tiny
barred
hatch
opened
and
one
suspicious
eye
peered
out
.
"
’
The
significant
owl
hoots
in
the
night
,
’
"
said
the
visitor
,
trying
to
wring
the
rainwater
out
of
its
robe
.
"
’
Yet
many
grey
lords
go
sadly
to
the
masterless
men
,
’
"
intoned
a
voice
on
the
other
side
of
the
grille
.
"
’
Hooray
,
horray
for
the
spinster
’
s
sister
’
s
daughter
,
’
"
countered
the
dripping
figure
.
"
’
To
the
axeman
,
all
supplicants
are
the
same
height
.
’
"
