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"
It
’
s
a
dragon
,
"
said
the
younger
of
the
guards
.
"
The
dragon
,
"
corrected
his
superior
.
"
’
Ere
,
I
know
you
,
"
said
Nobby
.
’
You
’
re
Skully
Maltoon
.
Used
to
live
in
Mincing
Street
.
Your
mum
made
cough
sweets
,
din
’
t
she
,
and
fell
in
the
mixture
and
died
.
I
never
have
a
cough
sweet
but
I
think
of
your
mum
.
"
"
Hallo
,
Nobby
,
"
said
the
guard
,
without
enthusiasm
.
"
I
bet
your
old
mum
’
d
be
proud
of
you
,
you
with
a
dragon
on
your
vest
,
"
said
Nobby
conversationally
.
The
guard
gave
him
a
look
made
of
hatred
and
embarrassment
.
"
And
new
plumes
on
your
hat
,
too
,
"
Nobby
added
sweetly
.
"
This
here
is
a
proclamation
what
you
are
commanded
to
read
,
"
said
the
guard
loudly
.
"
And
post
up
on
street
corners
also
.
By
order
.
"
"
Whose
?
"
said
Nobby
.
Sergeant
Colon
grabbed
the
scroll
in
one
ham
-
like
fist
.
"
Where
As
,
"
he
read
slowly
,
tracing
the
lettering
with
a
hesitant
finger
,
"
It
hathe
Pleas
-
Sed
the
Der
-
Rer
-
Aa
-
Ger
-
the
dragon
,
Ker
-
Ii
-
king
of
kings
and
Aa
-
Ber
-
Ess
-
Uh
-
Ler
-
"
sweat
beaded
on
the
broad
pink
cliff
of
his
forehead
-
"
absolute
,
that
is
,
Rer
-
Uh
-
Ler
-
Eh
-
Rer
,
ruler
of
-
"
