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"
I
know
the
way
,
"
said
Vimes
,
and
set
off
around
the
overgrown
path
.
The
kennels
were
a
ruin
.
An
assortment
of
battered
wooden
boxes
were
lying
around
under
an
oilcloth
awning
.
From
their
depths
a
few
sad
swamp
dragons
whiffled
a
greeting
at
him
.
A
couple
of
women
were
moving
purposefully
among
the
boxes
.
Ladies
,
rather
.
They
were
far
too
untidy
to
be
mere
women
.
No
ordinary
women
would
have
dreamed
of
looking
so
scruffy
;
you
needed
the
complete
self
-
confidence
that
comes
with
knowing
who
your
great
-
great
-
great
-
great
-
grandfather
was
before
you
could
wear
clothes
like
that
.
But
they
were
,
Vimes
noticed
,
incredibly
good
clothes
,
or
had
been
once
;
clothes
bought
by
one
’
s
parents
,
but
so
expensive
and
of
such
good
quality
that
they
never
wore
out
and
were
handed
down
,
like
old
china
and
silverware
and
gout
.
Dragon
breeders
,
he
thought
.
You
can
tell
.
There
’
s
something
about
them
.
It
’
s
the
way
they
wear
their
silk
scarves
,
old
tweed
coats
and
granddad
’
s
riding
boots
.
And
the
smell
,
of
course
.
A
small
wiry
woman
with
a
face
like
old
saddle
leather
caught
sight
of
him
.
"
Ah
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
’
ll
be
the
gallant
captain
.
"
She
tucked
an
errant
strand
of
white
hair
back
under
a
headscarf
and
extended
a
veiny
brown
hand
.
"
Brenda
Rodley
.
That
’
s
Rosie
Devant
-
Molei
.
She
runs
the
Sunshine
Sanctuary
,
you
know
.
"
The
other
woman
,
who
had
the
build
of
someone
who
could
pick
up
carthorses
hi
one
hand
and
shoe
them
with
the
other
,
gave
him
a
friendly
grin
.
"
Samuel
Vimes
,
"
said
Vimes
weakly
.
"
My
father
was
a
Sam
,
"
said
Brenda
vaguely
.
"
You
can
always
trust
a
Sam
,
he
said
.
"
She
shooed
a
dragon
back
into
its
box
.
"
We
’
re
just
helping
Sybil
.
Old
friends
,
you
know
.
The
collection
’
s
all
to
blazes
,
of
course
.
They
’
re
all
over
the
city
,
the
little
devils
.
I
dare
say
they
’
ll
come
back
when
they
’
re
hungry
,
though
.
What
a
bloodline
,
eh
?
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
?
"
"
Sybil
reckons
he
was
a
sport
,
but
I
say
we
should
be
able
to
breed
back
into
the
line
in
three
or
four
generations
.
I
’
m
famed
for
my
stud
,
you
know
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
d
be
something
,
though
.
A
whole
new
type
of
dragon
.
"
