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People
around
her
were
chattering
excitedly
now
.
Fingers
pointed
all
the
same
way
,
like
a
small
fallen
forest
.
There
were
one
or
two
screams
,
and
then
the
crowd
moved
like
a
tide
.
Wonse
looked
along
the
wide
Street
of
Small
Gods
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
raven
out
there
.
Not
this
time
.
The
dragon
flew
slowly
,
only
a
few
feet
above
the
ground
,
wings
sculling
gracefully
through
the
air
.
The
flags
that
crisscrossed
the
street
were
caught
up
and
snapped
like
so
much
cobweb
,
piling
up
on
the
creature
’
s
spine
plates
and
flapping
back
along
the
length
of
its
tail
.
It
flew
with
head
and
neck
fully
extended
,
as
if
the
great
body
was
being
towed
like
a
barge
.
The
people
on
the
street
yelled
and
fought
one
another
for
the
safety
of
doorways
.
It
paid
them
no
attention
.
It
should
have
come
roaring
,
but
the
only
sounds
were
the
creaking
of
wings
and
the
snapping
of
banners
.
It
should
have
come
roaring
.
Not
like
this
,
not
slowly
and
deliberately
,
giving
terror
time
to
mature
.
It
should
have
come
threatening
.
Not
promising
.
It
should
have
come
roaring
,
not
flying
gently
to
the
accompaniment
of
the
zip
and
zing
of
merry
bunting
.
Vimes
pulled
open
the
other
drawer
of
his
desk
and
glared
at
the
paperwork
,
such
as
there
was
of
it
.
There
wasn
’
t
really
much
in
there
that
he
could
call
his
own
.
A
scrap
of
sugar
bag
reminded
him
that
he
now
owed
the
Tea
Kitty
six
pence
.
Odd
.
He
wasn
’
t
angry
yet
.
