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There
had
been
another
gift
from
Mr
Varneshi
.
It
was
a
small
but
very
thick
book
,
bound
in
a
leather
that
had
become
like
wood
over
the
years
.
It
was
called
:
The
Laws
And
Ordinances
of
The
Cities
of
Ankh
And
Morpork
.
"
This
belonged
to
my
great
-
grandad
as
well
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
is
what
the
Watch
has
to
know
.
You
have
to
know
all
the
laws
,
"
he
said
virtuously
,
"
to
be
a
good
officer
.
’
’
Perhaps
Varneshi
should
have
recalled
that
,
in
the
whole
of
Carrot
’
s
life
,
no
-
one
had
ever
really
lied
to
him
or
given
him
an
instruction
that
he
wasn
’
t
meant
to
take
quite
literally
.
Carrot
solemnly
took
the
book
.
It
would
never
have
occurred
to
him
,
if
he
was
going
to
be
an
officer
of
the
Watch
,
to
be
less
than
a
good
one
.
It
was
a
five
hundred
mile
journey
and
,
surprisingly
,
quite
uneventful
.
People
who
are
rather
more
than
six
feet
tall
and
nearly
as
broad
across
the
shoulders
often
have
uneventful
journeys
.
People
jump
out
at
them
from
behind
rocks
then
say
things
like
,
"
Oh
.
Sorry
.
I
thought
you
were
someone
else
.
"
He
’
d
spent
most
of
the
journey
reading
.
And
now
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
before
him
.
It
was
a
little
disappointing
.
He
’
d
expected
high
white
towers
rearing
over
the
landscape
,
and
flags
.
Ankh
-
Morpork
didn
’
t
rear
.
Rather
,
it
sort
of
skulked
,
clinging
to
the
soil
as
if
afraid
someone
might
steal
it
.
There
were
no
flags
.
There
was
a
guard
on
the
gate
.
At
least
,
he
was
wearing
chainmail
and
the
thing
he
was
propped
up
against
was
a
spear
.
He
had
to
be
a
guard
.
Carrot
saluted
him
and
presented
the
letter
.
The
man
looked
at
it
for
some
time
.
