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Then
the
need
is
not
mine
,
it
is
yours
,
it
thought
.
Now
get
out
of
my
sight
.
Wonse
sagged
as
it
left
his
mind
.
The
dragon
slithered
over
the
cut
-
price
hoard
,
leapt
up
on
to
the
ledge
of
one
of
the
hall
’
s
big
windows
,
and
smashed
the
stained
glass
with
its
head
.
The
multicoloured
image
of
a
city
father
cascaded
into
the
other
debris
below
.
The
long
neck
stretched
out
into
the
early
evening
air
,
and
turned
like
a
seeking
needle
.
Lights
were
coming
on
across
the
city
.
The
sound
of
a
million
people
being
alive
made
a
muted
,
deep
thrumming
.
The
dragon
breathed
deeply
,
joyfully
.
Then
it
hauled
the
rest
of
its
body
on
to
the
ledge
,
shouldered
the
remains
of
the
window
’
s
frame
aside
,
and
leapt
into
the
sky
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
Nobby
.
It
was
vaguely
round
,
of
a
woodish
texture
,
and
when
struck
made
a
noise
like
a
ruler
plucked
over
the
edge
of
a
desk
.
Sergeant
Colon
tapped
it
again
.
