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Vimes
looked
around
and
up
.
Soot
clung
to
the
dragon
’
s
hide
.
A
few
pieces
of
charred
wood
had
lodged
here
and
there
,
and
were
still
smouldering
.
The
magnificent
bronze
scales
were
streaked
with
black
.
It
lowered
its
head
until
Vimes
was
a
few
feet
away
from
its
eyes
,
and
tried
to
focus
on
him
.
Probably
not
worth
running
,
Vimes
told
himself
.
It
’
s
not
as
if
I
’
ve
got
the
energy
anyway
.
He
felt
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
hand
engulf
his
.
"
Jolly
well
done
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
nearly
worked
.
"
Charred
and
blazing
wreckage
rained
down
around
the
distillery
.
The
pond
was
a
swamp
of
debris
,
covered
with
a
coating
of
ash
.
Out
of
it
,
dripping
slime
,
rose
Sergeant
Colon
.
He
clawed
his
way
to
the
bank
and
pulled
himself
up
,
like
some
sea
-
dwelling
lifeform
that
was
anxious
to
get
the
whole
evolution
thing
over
with
in
one
go
.
Nobby
was
already
there
,
spread
out
like
a
frog
,
leaking
water
.
