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"
And
my
armour
polish
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
It
was
nearly
a
whole
dollar
for
the
tin
.
"
"
There
you
are
then
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
It
’
s
like
I
said
.
"
"
Look
,
"
said
Vimes
,
as
patiently
as
he
could
manage
.
"
He
’
s
a
nice
dragon
,
I
liked
him
as
much
as
you
,
a
very
nice
little
chap
,
but
he
’
s
just
done
the
sensible
thing
,
for
gods
’
sake
,
he
’
s
not
going
to
get
burned
to
bits
just
to
save
us
.
Life
just
doesn
’
t
work
like
that
.
You
might
as
well
face
it
.
"
Overhead
the
great
dragon
strutted
through
the
air
and
flamed
a
nearby
tower
.
It
had
won
.
"
I
’
ve
never
seen
that
before
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Dragons
normally
fight
to
the
death
.
"
"
At
last
they
’
ve
bred
one
who
’
s
sensible
,
"
said
Vimes
morosely
.
"
Let
’
s
be
honest
:
the
chances
of
a
dragon
the
size
of
Errol
beating
something
that
big
are
a
million
-
to
-
one
"
There
was
one
of
those
silences
you
get
after
one
clear
bright
note
has
been
struck
and
the
world
pauses
.
The
rank
looked
at
one
another
.
"
Million
-
to
-
one
?
"
asked
Carrot
nonchalantly
.
"
Definitely
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Million
-
to
-
one
.
"
