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The
great
dragon
had
seen
it
too
.
It
flamed
defiance
and
climbed
for
extra
height
,
mashing
the
air
with
its
enormous
wings
.
Now
Errol
’
s
flame
was
visible
,
so
hot
as
to
be
almost
blue
.
The
landscape
rolled
away
underneath
him
at
an
impossible
speed
,
and
he
was
accelerating
.
Ahead
of
him
the
king
extended
its
claws
.
It
was
almost
grinning
.
Errol
’
s
going
to
hit
it
,
Vimes
thought
.
Gods
help
us
all
,
it
’
ll
be
a
fireball
.
Something
odd
was
happening
out
in
the
fields
.
A
little
way
behind
Errol
the
ground
appeared
to
be
ploughing
itself
up
,
throwing
cabbage
stalks
into
the
air
.
A
hedgerow
erupted
in
a
shower
of
sawdust
.
.
.
Errol
passed
silently
over
the
city
walls
,
nose
up
,
wings
folded
down
to
tiny
flaps
,
his
body
honed
to
a
mere
cone
with
a
flame
at
one
end
.
His
opponent
blew
out
a
tongue
of
fire
;
Vimes
watched
Errol
,
with
a
barely
noticeable
flip
of
a
wing
stub
,
roll
easily
out
of
its
path
.
And
then
he
was
gone
,
speeding
out
towards
the
sea
in
the
same
eerie
silence
.
"
He
miss
-
"
Nobby
began
.
The
air
ruptured
.
An
endless
thunderclap
of
noise
dragged
across
the
city
,
smashing
tiles
,
toppling
chimneys
.
In
mid
-
air
,
the
king
was
picked
up
,
flattened
out
and
spun
like
a
top
in
the
sonic
wash
.
Vimes
,
his
hands
over
his
own
ears
,
saw
the
creature
flame
desperately
as
it
turned
and
became
the
centre
of
a
spiral
of
crazy
fire
.
Magic
crackled
along
its
wings
.
It
screamed
like
a
distressed
foghorn
.
Then
,
shaking
its
head
dazedly
,
it
began
to
glide
in
a
wide
circle
.
