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"
What
on
earth
d
’
you
mean
?
"
Lady
Ramkin
demanded
.
"
Put
out
more
flags
!
Blow
the
cymbals
,
roast
the
tocsin
!
We
’
ve
crowned
it
!
We
’
ve
got
a
king
after
all
!
What
ho
!
"
"
Have
you
been
drinking
?
"
she
snapped
.
"
Not
yet
!
"
sniggered
Vimes
.
"
Not
yet
!
But
I
will
be
!
"
He
laughed
on
,
knowing
that
when
he
stopped
black
depression
was
going
to
drop
on
him
like
a
lead
souffle
.
But
he
could
see
the
future
stretching
out
ahead
of
them
.
.
.
.
.
.
after
all
,
it
was
definitely
noble
.
And
it
didn
’
t
carry
money
,
and
it
couldn
’
t
answer
back
.
It
could
certainly
do
something
for
the
inner
cities
,
too
.
Like
torching
them
to
the
bedrock
.
We
’
ll
really
do
it
,
he
thought
.
That
’
s
the
Ankh
-
Morpork
way
.
If
you
can
’
t
beat
it
or
corrupt
it
,
you
pretend
it
was
your
idea
in
the
first
place
.
Vivat
Draco
.
He
became
aware
that
the
small
child
had
wandered
up
again
.
It
waved
its
flag
gently
at
him
and
said
,
"
Can
I
shout
hurrah
again
now
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Everyone
else
will
.
"
