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They
’
d
try
nothing
fancy
this
time
round
.
Somewhere
inconspicuous
.
.
.
Around
him
the
Brethren
were
chanting
what
each
man
considered
,
according
to
his
lights
,
to
be
something
mystical
.
The
general
effect
was
actually
quite
good
,
if
you
didn
’
t
listen
to
the
words
.
The
words
.
Oh
,
yes
.
.
.
He
looked
down
,
and
spoke
them
aloud
.
Nothing
happened
.
He
blinked
.
When
he
opened
his
eyes
again
he
was
in
a
dark
alley
,
his
stomach
was
full
of
fire
,
and
he
was
very
angry
.
.
.
.
It
was
about
to
be
the
worst
night
of
his
life
for
Zebbo
Mooty
,
Thief
Third
Class
,
and
it
wouldn
’
t
have
made
him
any
happier
to
know
that
it
was
also
going
to
be
the
last
one
.
The
rain
was
keeping
people
indoors
,
and
he
was
way
behind
on
his
quota
.
He
was
,
therefore
,
a
little
less
cautious
than
he
might
otherwise
have
been
.
In
the
night
time
streets
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
caution
is
an
absolute
.
There
is
no
such
thing
as
moderately
cautious
.
You
are
either
very
cautious
,
or
you
are
dead
.
You
might
be
walking
around
and
breathing
,
but
you
’
re
dead
,
just
the
same
.
