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He
stopped
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
rock
,
because
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
on
loam
.
It
was
just
some
huge
remnant
of
mortared
masonry
,
probably
thousands
of
years
old
,
from
somewhere
in
the
city
foundations
.
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
so
old
now
that
what
it
was
built
on
,
by
and
large
,
was
Ankh
-
Morpork
.
It
had
been
dragged
into
the
centre
of
the
plaza
,
and
Lady
Sybil
Ramkin
had
been
chained
to
it
.
She
appeared
to
be
wearing
a
nightie
and
huge
rubber
boots
.
By
the
look
of
her
she
had
been
in
a
fight
,
and
Vimes
felt
a
momentary
pang
of
sympathy
for
whoever
else
had
been
involved
.
She
gave
him
a
look
of
pure
fury
.
"
You
!
"
"
You
!
"
He
waved
the
cleaver
vaguely
.
"
But
why
you
-
?
"
he
began
.
"
Captain
Vimes
,
"
she
said
sharply
,
"
you
will
oblige
me
by
not
waving
that
thing
about
and
you
will
start
putting
it
to
its
proper
use
!
"
Vimes
wasn
’
t
listening
.
"
Thirty
dollars
a
month
!
"
he
muttered
.
"
That
’
s
what
they
died
for
!
Thirty
dollars
!
And
I
docked
some
from
Nobby
.
I
had
to
,
didn
’
t
I
?
I
mean
,
that
man
could
make
a
melon
go
rusty
!
"
