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Similar
thoughts
,
although
with
a
different
perspective
,
were
going
through
the
minds
of
the
civic
leaders
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
when
,
next
morning
,
each
received
a
short
note
bidding
them
to
be
at
the
palace
for
a
working
lunch
,
by
order
.
It
didn
’
t
say
whose
order
.
Or
,
they
noted
,
whose
lunch
.
Now
they
were
assembled
in
the
antechamber
.
And
there
had
been
changes
.
It
had
never
been
what
you
might
call
a
select
place
.
The
Patrician
had
always
felt
that
if
you
made
people
comfortable
they
might
want
to
stay
.
The
furniture
had
been
a
few
very
elderly
chairs
and
,
around
the
walls
,
portraits
of
earlier
city
rulers
holding
scrolls
and
things
.
The
chairs
were
still
there
.
The
portraits
were
not
.
Or
,
rather
,
the
stained
and
cracked
canvases
were
piled
in
a
corner
,
but
the
gilt
frames
were
gone
.
The
councillors
tried
to
avoid
one
another
’
s
faces
,
and
sat
tapping
their
fingers
on
their
knees
.
Finally
a
couple
of
very
worried
-
looking
servants
opened
the
doors
to
the
main
hall
.
Lupine
Wonse
lurched
through
.
Most
of
the
councillors
had
been
up
all
night
anyway
,
trying
to
formulate
some
kind
of
policy
vis
-
d
-
vis
dragons
,
but
Wonse
looked
as
though
he
hadn
’
t
been
to
sleep
in
years
.
His
face
was
the
colour
of
a
fermented
dishcloth
.
Never
particularly
well
-
padded
,
he
now
looked
like
something
out
of
a
pyramid
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
intoned
.
"
Good
.
Are
you
all
here
?
Then
perhaps
you
would
step
this
way
,
gentlemen
.
"
