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It
’
s
a
certainty
but
it
might
just
work
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Nah
,
"
he
said
.
"
So
what
we
’
ve
got
to
do
,
then
,
"
said
Nobby
slowly
,
"
is
adjust
the
odds
.
.
.
"
Now
there
was
a
shallow
hole
in
the
mortar
near
the
middle
bar
.
It
wasn
’
t
much
,
Vimes
knew
,
but
it
was
a
start
.
"
You
don
’
t
require
assistance
,
by
any
chance
?
"
said
the
Patrician
.
"
No
.
"
"
As
you
wish
.
"
The
mortar
was
half
-
rotted
,
but
the
bars
had
been
driven
deep
into
the
rock
.
Under
their
crusting
of
rust
there
was
still
plenty
of
iron
.
It
was
a
long
job
,
but
it
was
something
to
do
and
required
a
blessed
absence
of
thought
.
They
couldn
’
t
take
it
away
from
him
.
It
was
a
good
,
clean
challenge
;
you
knew
if
you
went
on
chipping
away
,
you
’
d
win
through
eventually
.
It
was
the
"
eventually
"
that
was
the
problem
.
Eventually
Great
A
’
Tuin
would
reach
the
end
of
the
universe
.
Eventually
the
stars
would
go
out
.
Eventually
Nobby
might
have
a
bath
,
although
that
would
probably
involve
a
radical
rethinking
of
the
nature
of
Time
.
He
hacked
at
the
mortar
anyway
,
and
then
stopped
as
something
small
and
pale
fell
down
outside
,
quite
slowly
.
"
Peanut
shell
?
"
he
said
.
