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He
wedged
another
knife
in
a
crack
in
the
stones
and
tested
his
weight
carefully
,
while
Lord
Vetinari
looked
on
with
interest
.
He
’
d
managed
to
get
six
feet
off
the
floor
and
up
to
a
level
with
the
grille
.
Now
he
started
to
hack
at
the
mortar
around
the
bars
.
The
Patrician
watched
him
for
a
while
,
and
then
took
a
book
off
the
little
shelf
beside
him
.
Since
the
rats
couldn
’
t
read
the
library
he
’
d
been
able
to
assemble
was
a
little
baroque
,
but
he
was
not
a
man
to
ignore
fresh
knowledge
.
He
found
his
bookmark
in
the
pages
of
Lacemaking
Through
the
Ages
,
and
read
a
few
pages
.
After
a
while
he
found
it
necessary
to
brush
a
few
crumbs
of
mortar
off
the
book
,
and
looked
up
.
"
Are
you
achieving
success
?
"
he
inquired
politely
.
Vimes
gritted
his
teeth
and
hacked
away
.
Outside
the
little
grille
was
a
grubby
courtyard
,
barely
lighter
than
the
cell
.
There
was
a
midden
in
one
corner
,
but
currently
it
looked
very
attractive
.
More
attractive
than
the
dungeon
,
at
any
rate
.
An
honest
midden
was
preferable
to
the
way
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
going
these
days
.
It
was
probably
allegorical
,
or
something
.
He
stabbed
,
stabbed
,
stabbed
.
The
knife
blade
twanged
and
shook
in
his
hand
.
The
Librarian
scratched
his
armpits
thoughtfully
.
He
was
facing
problems
of
his
own
.
He
had
come
here
full
of
rage
against
book
thieves
and
that
rage
still
burned
.
But
the
seditious
thought
had
occurred
to
him
that
,
although
crimes
against
books
were
the
worst
kind
of
crimes
,
revenge
ought
,
perhaps
,
to
be
postponed
.
