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"
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
think
we
should
tolerate
that
,
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
How
are
you
going
to
prevent
them
?
"
Lord
Vetinari
gave
him
a
pained
look
.
"
My
dear
Vimes
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
thought
you
were
an
observant
man
.
Did
you
look
at
the
door
?
"
"
Of
course
I
did
,
"
said
Vimes
,
and
added
,
"
sir
.
It
’
s
bloody
massive
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
should
have
another
look
?
"
Vimes
gaped
at
him
,
and
then
stamped
across
the
floor
and
glared
at
the
door
.
It
was
one
of
the
popular
dread
portal
variety
,
all
bars
and
bolts
and
iron
spikes
and
massive
hinges
.
No
matter
how
long
he
looked
at
it
,
it
didn
’
t
become
any
less
massive
.
The
lock
was
one
of
those
dwarfish
-
made
buggers
that
it
’
d
take
years
to
pick
.
All
in
all
,
if
you
had
to
have
a
symbol
for
something
totally
immovable
,
that
door
was
your
man
.
The
Patrician
appeared
alongside
him
in
heart
-
stopping
silence
.
"
You
see
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
’
s
always
the
case
,
is
it
not
,
that
should
a
city
be
overtaken
by
violent
civil
unrest
the
current
ruler
is
thrown
into
the
dungeons
?
To
a
certain
type
of
mind
that
is
so
much
more
satisfying
than
mere
execution
.
"
"
Well
,
okay
,
but
I
don
’
t
see
-
"
Vimes
began
.
"
And
you
look
at
this
door
and
what
you
see
is
a
really
strong
cell
door
,
yes
?
"
