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With
a
challenging
roar
of
flame
and
a
pummelling
of
air
the
King
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
rose
,
all
thought
of
mere
humans
forgotten
.
Vimes
turned
sharply
to
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
How
do
they
fight
?
"
he
said
urgently
.
"
How
do
dragons
fight
?
"
"
I
-
that
is
,
well
,
they
just
flap
at
each
other
and
blow
flame
,
"
she
said
.
"
Swamp
dragons
,
that
is
.
I
mean
,
who
’
s
ever
seen
a
noble
dragon
fight
?
"
She
patted
her
nightie
.
"
I
must
take
some
notes
,
I
’
ve
got
my
memo
book
somewhere
.
.
.
"
"
In
your
nightshirt
?
"
"
It
’
s
amazing
how
ideas
come
to
one
in
bed
,
I
’
ve
always
said
.
"
Flames
roared
into
the
space
where
Errol
had
been
,
but
he
wasn
’
t
there
.
The
king
tried
to
spin
in
mid
-
air
.
The
little
dragon
circled
in
an
easy
series
of
smoke
rings
,
weaving
a
cat
’
s
cradle
in
the
sky
with
the
huge
adversary
gyrating
helplessly
in
the
middle
.
More
flames
,
hotter
and
longer
,
stabbed
at
him
and
missed
.
The
crowd
watched
in
breathless
silence
.
"
’
allo
,
Captain
,
"
said
an
ingratiating
voice
.
Vimes
looked
down
.
A
small
and
stagnant
pond
disguised
as
Nobby
grinned
sheepishly
up
at
him
.
