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"
Same
thing
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
I
mean
,
no
-
one
’
s
going
to
assassinate
the
dragon
.
It
’
d
take
more
than
a
dark
night
and
a
sharp
knife
to
see
it
off
,
I
know
that
.
"
I
can
see
what
the
captain
means
,
he
thought
.
No
wonder
he
always
has
a
drink
after
he
thinks
about
things
.
We
always
beat
ourselves
before
we
even
start
.
Give
any
Ankh
-
Morpork
man
a
big
stick
and
he
’
ll
end
up
clubbing
himself
to
death
.
"
Look
here
,
you
mealy
-
mouthed
little
twerp
,
"
said
the
first
speaker
,
picking
up
the
little
one
by
his
collar
and
curling
his
free
hand
into
a
fist
,
"
I
happen
to
have
three
daughters
,
and
I
happen
to
not
want
any
of
them
et
,
thank
you
very
much
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
the
people
united
.
.
.
will
.
.
.
never
.
.
.
be
.
.
.
"
Colon
’
s
voice
faltered
.
He
realised
that
the
rest
of
the
crowd
were
all
staring
upward
.
The
bugger
,
he
thought
,
as
rationality
began
to
drain
away
.
It
must
have
flannel
feet
.
The
dragon
shifted
its
position
on
the
ridge
of
the
nearest
house
,
flapped
its
wings
once
or
twice
,
yawned
,
and
then
stretched
its
neck
down
into
the
street
.
The
man
blessed
with
daughters
stood
,
with
his
fist
upraised
,
in
the
centre
of
a
rapidly
expanding
circle
of
bare
cobbles
.
The
little
man
wriggled
out
of
his
frozen
grasp
and
darted
into
the
shadows
.
It
suddenly
seemed
that
no
man
in
the
entire
world
was
so
lonely
and
without
friends
.
"
I
see
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
He
scowled
up
at
the
inquisitive
reptile
.
In
fact
it
didn
’
t
seem
particularly
belligerent
.
It
was
looking
at
him
with
something
approaching
interest
.
