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The
sun
definitely
had
the
look
of
a
heavenly
body
that
was
nearly
at
the
crest
of
its
orbit
and
looking
forward
to
a
long
,
lazy
coasting
towards
the
blankets
of
dusk
.
.
.
"
I
’
m
not
bloody
well
going
to
have
it
,
understand
?
"
Vimes
shouted
,
shaking
the
ape
back
and
forth
.
"
Oook
,
"
the
Librarian
pointed
out
,
patiently
.
"
What
?
Oh
.
Sorry
.
"
Vimes
lowered
the
ape
,
who
wisely
didn
’
t
make
an
issue
of
it
because
a
man
angry
enough
to
lift
300lbs
of
orangutan
without
noticing
is
a
man
with
too
much
on
his
mind
.
Now
he
was
staring
around
the
courtyard
.
"
Any
way
out
of
here
?
"
he
said
.
"
Without
climbing
the
walls
,
I
mean
.
"
He
didn
’
t
wait
for
an
answer
but
loped
around
the
walls
until
he
reached
a
narrow
,
grubby
door
,
and
kicked
it
open
.
It
hadn
’
t
been
locked
anyway
,
but
he
kicked
it
just
the
same
.
The
Librarian
trailed
along
behind
,
swinging
on
his
knuckles
.
The
kitchen
on
the
other
side
of
the
door
was
almost
deserted
,
the
staff
having
finally
lost
their
nerve
and
decided
that
all
prudent
chefs
refrained
from
working
in
an
establishment
where
there
was
a
mouth
bigger
than
they
were
.
A
couple
of
palace
guards
were
eating
a
cold
lunch
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Vimes
,
as
they
half
-
rose
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
to
-
"
They
didn
’
t
seem
to
want
to
listen
.
One
of
them
reached
for
a
crossbow
.
