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"
Sod
this
,
"
he
said
,
and
found
a
piece
of
fallen
statuary
to
sit
on
.
Nobby
leaned
on
the
parapet
and
winkled
a
damp
dog
-
end
from
the
unspeakable
ashtray
behind
his
ear
.
"
Heard
the
procession
go
by
,
"
he
observed
.
Colon
filled
his
pipe
,
and
struck
a
match
on
the
stone
beside
him
.
"
If
that
dragon
’
s
alive
,
"
he
said
,
blowing
out
a
plume
of
smoke
and
turning
a
small
patch
of
fog
into
smog
,
"
then
it
’
ll
have
got
the
hell
away
from
here
,
I
’
m
telling
you
.
Not
the
right
sort
of
place
for
dragons
,
a
city
,
"
he
added
,
in
the
tones
of
someone
doing
a
great
job
of
convincing
himself
.
"
It
’
ll
have
gone
off
to
somewhere
where
there
’
s
high
places
and
plenty
to
eat
,
you
mark
my
words
.
"
"
Somewhere
like
the
city
,
you
mean
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Shut
up
,
"
said
the
other
two
in
unison
.
"
Chuck
us
the
matches
,
Sergeant
,
"
said
Nobby
.
Colon
tossed
the
bundle
of
evil
yellow
-
headed
lucifers
across
the
leads
.
Nobby
struck
one
,
which
was
immediately
blown
out
.
Shreds
of
fog
drifted
past
him
.
"
Wind
’
s
getting
up
,
"
he
observed
.
"
Good
.
Can
’
t
stand
this
fog
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
What
was
I
saying
?
"
"
You
were
saying
the
dragon
’
ll
be
miles
away
,
"
prompted
Nobby
.
