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Five
minutes
later
,
Mort
was
lost
.
This
part
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
was
known
as
The
Shades
,
an
inner
-
city
area
sorely
in
need
either
of
governmental
help
or
,
for
preference
,
a
flamethrower
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
called
squalid
because
that
would
be
stretching
the
word
to
breaking
point
.
It
was
beyond
squalor
and
out
the
other
side
,
where
by
a
sort
of
Einsteinian
reversal
it
achieved
a
magnificent
horribleness
that
it
wore
like
an
architectural
award
.
It
was
noisy
and
sultry
and
smelled
like
a
cowshed
floor
.
It
didn
’
t
so
much
have
a
neighbourhood
as
an
ecology
,
like
a
great
land
-
based
coral
reef
.
There
were
the
humans
,
all
right
,
humanoid
equivalents
of
lobsters
,
squid
,
shrimps
and
so
on
.
And
sharks
.
Mort
wandered
hopelessly
along
the
winding
streets
.
Anyone
hovering
at
rooftop
height
would
have
noticed
a
certain
pattern
in
the
crowds
behind
him
,
suggesting
a
number
of
men
converging
nonchalantly
on
a
target
,
and
would
rightly
have
concluded
that
Mort
and
his
gold
had
about
the
same
life
expectancy
as
a
three
-
legged
hedgehog
on
a
six
-
lane
motorway
.
It
is
probably
already
apparent
that
The
Shades
was
not
the
sort
of
place
to
have
inhabitants
.
It
had
denizens
.
Periodically
Mort
would
try
to
engage
one
in
conversation
,
to
find
the
way
to
a
good
horse
dealer
.
The
denizen
would
usually
mutter
something
and
hurry
away
,
since
anyone
wishing
to
live
in
The
Shades
for
longer
than
maybe
three
hours
developed
very
specialised
senses
indeed
and
would
no
more
hang
around
near
Mort
than
a
peasant
would
stand
near
a
tall
tree
in
thundery
weather
.
And
so
Mort
came
at
last
to
the
river
Ankh
,
greatest
of
rivers
.
Even
before
it
entered
the
city
it
was
slow
and
heavy
with
the
silt
of
the
plains
,
and
by
the
time
it
got
to
The
Shades
even
an
agnostic
could
have
walked
across
it
.
It
was
hard
to
drown
in
the
Ankh
,
but
easy
to
suffocate
.
Mort
looked
at
the
surface
doubtfully
.
It
seemed
to
be
moving
.
There
were
bubbles
in
it
.
It
had
to
be
water
.
He
sighed
,
and
turned
away
.
Three
men
had
appeared
behind
him
,
as
though
extruded
from
the
stonework
.
They
had
the
heavy
,
stolid
look
of
those
thugs
whose
appearance
in
any
narrative
means
that
it
’
s
time
for
the
hero
to
be
menaced
a
bit
,
although
not
too
much
,
because
it
’
s
also
obvious
that
they
’
re
going
to
be
horribly
surprised
.
