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And
eventually
,
under
siege
,
you
did
what
Ankh
-
Morpork
had
always
done
-
unbar
the
gates
,
let
the
conquerors
in
,
and
make
them
your
own
.
How
did
you
start
?
She
seemed
to
be
expecting
something
.
He
shrugged
,
and
picked
up
his
wine
glass
and
sought
for
a
phrase
.
One
crept
into
his
wildly
resonating
mind
.
"
Here
’
s
looking
at
you
,
kid
,
"
he
said
.
The
gongs
of
various
midnights
banged
out
the
old
day
.
(
.
.
.
and
further
towards
the
Hub
,
where
the
Ram
-
top
Mountains
joined
the
forbidding
spires
of
the
central
massif
,
where
strange
hairy
creatures
roamed
the
eternal
snows
,
where
blizzards
howled
around
the
freezing
peaks
,
the
lights
of
a
lone
lamasery
shone
out
over
the
high
valleys
.
In
the
courtyard
a
couple
of
yellow
-
robed
monks
stacked
the
last
case
of
small
green
bottles
on
to
a
sleigh
,
ready
for
the
first
leg
of
the
incredibly
difficult
journey
down
to
the
distant
plains
.
The
box
was
labelled
,
in
careful
brush
-
strokes
,
"
Mstr
.
C
.
M
.
O
.
T
.
Dibbler
,
Ankh
-
Morpork
.
"
"
You
know
,
Lobsang
,
"
said
one
of
them
,
"
one
cannot
help
wondering
what
it
is
he
does
with
this
stuff
.
"
)
Corporal
Nobbs
and
Sergeant
Colon
lounged
in
the
shadows
near
the
Mended
Drum
,
but
straightened
up
as
Carrot
came
out
bearing
a
tray
.
Detritus
the
troll
stepped
aside
respectfully
.
"
Here
we
are
,
lads
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Three
pints
.
On
the
house
.
"
"
Bloody
hell
,
I
never
thought
you
’
d
do
it
,
"
said
Colon
,
grasping
a
handle
.
