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It
was
Lupine
Wonse
,
under
a
coating
of
soot
.
Vimes
watched
him
look
up
into
a
pair
of
nostrils
the
size
of
drain
-
covers
.
Wonse
broke
into
a
run
.
Vimes
wondered
what
it
felt
like
,
running
away
from
something
like
that
,
expecting
any
minute
your
backbone
to
reach
,
very
briefly
,
a
temperature
somewhere
beyond
the
vaporisation
point
of
iron
.
He
could
guess
.
Wonse
made
it
halfway
across
the
square
before
the
dragon
darted
forward
with
surprising
agility
for
such
a
bulk
and
snatched
him
up
.
The
talon
swept
on
upward
until
the
struggling
figure
was
being
held
a
few
feet
from
the
dragon
’
s
face
.
It
appeared
to
examine
him
for
some
time
,
turning
him
this
way
and
that
.
Then
,
moving
on
its
three
free
legs
and
flapping
its
wings
occasionally
to
help
with
its
balance
,
it
trotted
away
across
the
plaza
and
headed
towards
the
-
what
once
had
been
the
Patrician
’
s
palace
.
To
what
once
had
been
the
king
’
s
palace
,
too
.
It
ignored
the
frightened
spectators
silently
pressing
themselves
against
the
walls
.
The
arched
gateway
was
shouldered
aside
with
depressing
ease
.
The
doors
themselves
,
tall
and
iron
-
bound
and
solid
,
lasted
a
surprising
ten
seconds
before
collapsing
into
a
heap
of
glowing
ash
.
The
dragon
stepped
through
.
Lady
Ramkin
turned
in
astonishment
.
Vimes
had
started
to
laugh
.
There
was
a
manic
edge
to
it
and
there
were
tears
in
his
eyes
,
but
it
was
still
laughter
.
He
laughed
and
laughed
until
he
slid
gently
down
the
edge
of
the
fountain
,
his
legs
splaying
out
in
front
of
him
.
"
Hooray
,
hooray
,
hooray
!
"
he
giggled
,
almost
choking
.
