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"
Oh
.
"
He
’
s
in
a
dungeon
in
his
own
palace
with
a
raving
lunatic
in
charge
upstairs
,
and
a
dragon
burning
the
city
,
and
he
thinks
he
’
s
got
the
world
where
he
wants
it
.
It
must
be
something
about
high
office
.
The
altitude
sends
people
mad
.
"
You
,
er
,
you
don
’
t
mind
if
I
have
a
look
around
,
>
do
you
?
"
he
said
.
"
Feel
free
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
Vimes
paced
the
length
of
the
dungeon
and
checked
the
door
.
It
was
heavily
barred
and
bolted
,
and
the
lock
was
massive
.
Then
he
tapped
the
walls
in
what
might
possibly
be
hollow
places
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
it
was
a
well
-
built
dungeon
.
It
was
the
kind
of
dungeon
you
’
d
feel
good
about
having
dangerous
criminals
put
in
.
Of
course
,
in
those
circumstances
you
’
d
prefer
there
to
be
no
trapdoors
,
hidden
tunnels
or
secret
ways
of
escape
.
These
weren
’
t
those
circumstances
.
It
was
amazing
what
several
feet
of
solid
stone
did
to
your
sense
of
perspective
.
"
Do
guards
come
in
here
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Hardly
ever
,
"
said
the
Patrician
,
waving
a
chicken
leg
.
"
They
don
’
t
bother
about
feeding
me
,
you
see
.
The
idea
is
that
one
should
moulder
.
In
fact
,
"
he
said
,
"
up
’
til
recently
I
used
to
go
to
the
door
and
groan
a
bit
every
now
and
then
,
just
to
keep
them
happy
.
"
"
They
’
re
bound
to
come
in
and
check
,
though
?
"
said
Vimes
hopefully
.
