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The
roads
off
the
square
were
packed
with
people
.
That
’
s
the
Ankh
-
Morpork
instinct
,
Vimes
thought
.
Run
away
,
and
then
stop
and
see
if
anything
interesting
is
going
to
happen
to
other
people
.
There
was
a
movement
in
the
wreckage
near
the
dragon
’
s
front
talon
,
and
the
High
Priest
of
Blind
Io
staggered
to
his
feet
,
dust
and
splinters
cascading
from
his
robes
.
He
was
still
holding
the
ersatz
crown
in
one
hand
.
Vimes
watched
the
old
man
look
upwards
into
a
couple
of
glowing
red
eyes
a
few
feet
away
.
"
Can
dragons
read
minds
?
"
whispered
Vimes
.
"
I
’
m
sure
mine
understand
every
word
I
say
,
"
hissed
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
The
silly
old
fool
is
giving
it
the
crown
!
"
"
But
isn
’
t
that
a
smart
move
?
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Dragons
like
gold
.
It
’
s
like
throwing
a
stick
for
a
dog
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Oh
dear
,
"
said
Sybil
Ramkin
.
"
It
might
not
,
you
know
.
Dragons
have
such
sensitive
mouths
.
"
The
great
dragon
blinked
at
the
tiny
circle
of
gold
.
Then
,
with
extreme
delicacy
,
it
extended
one
metre
-
long
claw
and
hooked
the
thing
out
of
the
priest
’
s
trembling
fingers
.
