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The
drunken
rooftops
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
blurred
as
it
passed
over
,
wings
sneering
at
the
air
.
Its
neck
stretched
out
straight
ahead
,
the
pilot
flames
of
its
nostrils
streamed
behind
it
,
the
sound
of
its
flight
panned
across
the
sky
.
Colon
’
s
hands
shook
.
The
dragon
seemed
to
be
aiming
at
his
throat
,
and
it
was
moving
too
fast
,
far
too
fast
.
.
.
"
This
is
it
!
"
said
Carrot
.
He
glanced
towards
the
Hub
,
in
case
any
gods
had
forgotten
what
they
were
there
for
,
and
added
,
speaking
slowly
and
distinctly
,
"
It
’
s
a
million
-
to
-
one
-
chance
,
but
it
might
just
work
!
"
"
Fire
the
bloody
thing
!
"
screamed
Nobby
.
"
Picking
my
spot
,
lad
,
picking
my
spot
,
"
quavered
Colon
.
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
,
lads
,
I
told
you
this
is
my
lucky
arrow
.
First
-
class
arrow
,
this
arrow
,
had
it
since
I
was
a
lad
,
you
’
d
be
amazed
at
the
things
I
shot
at
with
this
,
don
’
t
you
worry
.
"
He
paused
,
as
the
nightmare
bore
down
on
him
on
wings
of
terror
.
"
Er
,
Carrot
?
"
he
said
meekly
.
"
Yes
,
Sarge
?
"
"
Did
your
old
grandad
ever
say
what
a
voonerable
spot
looks
like
?
"
And
then
the
dragon
wasn
’
t
approaching
any
more
,
it
was
there
,
passing
a
few
feet
overhead
,
a
streaming
mosaic
of
scales
and
noise
,
filling
the
entire
sky
.
