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He
started
to
mumble
under
his
breath
.
Vimes
felt
himself
trembling
.
He
was
pretty
certain
he
knew
what
had
zinged
past
his
head
,
and
the
mere
thought
was
making
his
hands
sweat
.
He
’
d
come
to
the
palace
ready
to
kill
and
there
’
d
been
this
minute
,
just
this
minute
,
when
for
once
the
world
had
seemed
to
be
operating
properly
and
he
was
in
charge
of
it
and
now
,
now
all
he
wanted
was
a
drink
.
And
a
nice
week
’
s
sleep
.
"
Oh
,
give
up
!
"
he
said
.
"
Are
you
going
to
come
quietly
?
"
The
mumbling
went
on
.
The
air
began
to
feel
hot
and
dry
.
Vimes
shrugged
.
"
That
’
s
it
,
then
,
"
he
said
,
and
turned
away
.
"
Throw
the
book
at
him
,
Carrot
.
"
"
Right
,
sir
.
"
Vimes
remembered
too
late
.
Dwarfs
have
trouble
with
metaphors
.
They
also
have
a
very
good
aim
.
The
Laws
and
Ordinances
of
Ankh
and
Morpork
caught
the
secretary
on
the
forehead
.
He
blinked
,
staggered
,
and
stepped
backwards
.
