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"
Of
course
.
You
’
ve
only
got
to
look
at
the
bolts
and
-
"
"
You
know
,
I
’
m
really
rather
pleased
,
"
said
Lord
Vetinari
quietly
.
Vimes
stared
at
the
door
until
his
eyebrows
ached
.
And
then
,
just
as
random
patterns
in
cloud
suddenly
,
without
changing
in
any
way
,
become
a
horse
’
s
head
or
a
sailing
ship
,
he
saw
what
he
’
d
been
looking
at
all
along
.
A
sense
of
terrifying
admiration
overcame
him
.
He
wondered
what
it
was
like
in
the
Patrician
’
s
mind
.
All
cold
and
shiny
,
he
thought
,
all
blued
steel
and
icicles
and
little
wheels
clicking
along
like
a
huge
clock
.
The
kind
of
mind
that
would
carefully
consider
its
own
downfall
and
turn
it
to
advantage
.
It
was
a
perfectly
normal
dungeon
door
,
but
it
all
depended
on
your
sense
of
perspective
.
In
this
dungeon
the
Patrician
could
hold
off
the
world
.
All
that
was
on
the
outside
was
the
lock
.
All
the
bolts
and
bars
were
on
the
inside
.
The
rank
clambered
awkwardly
across
the
damp
rooftops
as
the
morning
mist
was
boiled
off
by
the
sun
.
Not
that
there
would
be
any
clear
air
today
-
sticky
swathes
of
smoke
and
stale
steam
wreathed
the
city
and
filled
the
air
with
the
sad
smell
of
dampened
cinders
.
"
What
is
this
place
?
"
said
Carrot
,
helping
the
others
along
a
greasy
walkway
.
