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"
It
probably
took
him
all
this
time
just
to
slow
down
!
"
Now
Errol
was
hovering
over
the
fallen
dragon
,
and
hooting
shrilly
enough
to
bust
bottles
.
The
great
dragon
stuck
its
head
up
in
a
cascade
of
plaster
dust
.
It
opened
its
mouth
but
,
instead
of
the
lance
of
white
fire
that
Vimes
tensed
himself
to
expect
,
it
merely
made
a
noise
like
a
kitten
.
Admittedly
a
kitten
shouting
into
a
tin
bath
at
the
bottom
of
a
cave
,
but
still
a
kitten
.
Broken
spars
fell
aside
when
the
huge
creature
got
unsteadily
to
its
feet
.
The
great
wings
opened
,
showering
the
surrounding
streets
with
dust
and
bits
of
thatch
.
Some
of
it
clanged
off
the
helmet
of
Sergeant
Colon
,
hurrying
back
with
what
looked
like
a
small
washing
line
coiled
over
his
arm
.
"
You
’
re
letting
it
get
up
!
"
Vimes
shouted
,
pushing
the
sergeant
to
safety
.
"
You
’
re
not
supposed
to
let
it
get
up
,
Errol
!
Don
’
t
let
it
get
up
!
"
Lady
Ramkin
frowned
.
"
That
’
s
not
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
never
usually
fight
like
that
.
The
winner
usually
kills
the
loser
.
"
"
Right
on
!
"
shouted
Nobby
.
"
And
then
half
the
time
he
explodes
with
the
excitement
in
any
case
.
"
"
Look
,
it
’
s
me
!
"
Vimes
yelled
,
as
Errol
hovered
unconcernedly
over
the
scene
.
"
I
bought
you
the
fluffy
ball
!
The
one
with
the
bell
in
it
!
You
can
’
t
do
this
to
us
!
"
"
No
,
wait
a
minute
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
,
laying
a
hand
on
his
arm
.
"
I
’
m
not
sure
we
haven
’
t
got
hold
of
the
wrong
end
of
the
stick
here
-
"
