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She
bore
down
upon
him
like
a
glittering
siege
engine
.
In
a
sort
of
dream
he
allowed
himself
to
be
ushered
to
a
seat
.
He
must
have
eaten
,
because
servants
appeared
out
of
nowhere
with
things
stuffed
with
other
things
,
and
came
back
later
and
took
the
plates
away
.
The
butler
reanimated
occasionally
to
fill
glass
after
glass
with
strange
wines
.
The
heat
from
the
candles
was
enough
to
cook
by
.
And
all
the
time
Lady
Ramkin
talked
in
a
bright
and
brittle
way
-
about
the
size
of
the
house
,
the
responsibilities
of
a
huge
estate
,
the
feeling
that
it
was
time
to
take
One
’
s
Position
in
Society
More
Seriously
,
while
the
setting
sun
filled
the
room
with
red
and
Vimes
’
s
head
began
to
spin
.
Society
,
he
managed
to
think
,
didn
’
t
know
what
was
going
to
hit
it
.
Dragons
weren
’
t
mentioned
once
,
although
after
a
while
something
under
the
table
put
its
head
on
Vimes
’
s
knee
and
dribbled
.
Vimes
found
it
impossible
to
contribute
to
the
conversation
.
He
felt
outflanked
,
beleaguered
.
He
made
one
sally
,
hoping
maybe
to
reach
high
ground
from
which
to
flee
into
exile
.
"
Where
do
you
think
they
’
ve
gone
?
"
he
said
.
"
Where
what
?
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
,
temporarily
halted
.
"
The
dragons
.
You
know
.
Errol
and
his
wi
-
female
.
"
"
Oh
,
somewhere
isolated
and
rocky
,
I
should
imagine
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
Favourite
country
for
dragons
.
"
"
But
it
-
she
’
s
a
magical
animal
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
What
’
ll
happen
when
the
magic
goes
away
?
"
