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’
He
had
a
bag
of
them
,
’
he
said
.
The
family
stared
at
the
money
for
some
time
.
The
wife
sighed
.
’
Riches
bring
many
problems
,
’
she
said
.
’
What
are
we
to
do
?
’
’
We
return
to
Klatch
,
’
said
the
husband
firmly
,
’
where
our
children
can
grow
up
in
a
proper
country
,
true
to
the
glorious
traditions
of
our
ancient
race
and
men
do
not
need
to
work
as
waiters
for
wicked
masters
but
can
stand
tall
and
proud
.
And
we
must
leave
right
now
,
fragrant
blossom
of
the
date
palm
.
’
’
Why
so
soon
,
O
hard
-
working
son
of
the
desert
?
’
’
Because
,
’
said
the
man
,
’
I
have
just
sold
the
Patrician
’
s
champion
racehorse
.
’
The
horse
wasn
’
t
as
fine
or
as
fast
as
Binky
,
but
it
swept
the
miles
away
under
its
hooves
and
easily
outdistanced
a
few
mounted
guards
who
,
for
some
reason
,
appeared
anxious
to
talk
to
Mort
.
Soon
the
shanty
suburbs
of
Morpork
were
left
behind
and
the
road
ran
out
into
rich
black
earth
country
of
the
Sto
plain
,
constructed
over
eons
by
the
periodic
flooding
of
the
great
slow
Ankh
that
brought
to
the
region
prosperity
,
security
and
chronic
arthritis
.
It
was
also
extremely
boring
.
As
the
light
distilled
from
silver
to
gold
Mort
galloped
across
a
flat
,
chilly
landscape
,
chequered
with
cabbage
fields
from
edge
to
edge
.
There
are
many
things
to
be
said
about
cabbages
.
One
may
talk
at
length
about
their
high
vitamin
content
,
their
vital
iron
contribution
,
the
valuable
roughage
and
commendable
food
value
.
In
the
mass
,
however
,
they
lack
a
certain
something
;
despite
their
claim
to
immense
nutritional
and
moral
superiority
over
,
say
,
daffodils
,
they
have
never
been
a
sight
to
inspire
the
poet
’
s
muse
.
Unless
he
was
hungry
,
of
course
.
It
was
only
twenty
miles
to
Sto
Lat
,
but
in
terms
of
meaningless
human
experience
it
seemed
like
two
thousand
.
There
were
guards
on
the
gates
of
Sto
Lat
,
although
compared
to
the
ones
that
patrolled
Ankh
they
had
a
sheepish
,
amateurish
look
.
Mort
trotted
past
and
one
of
them
,
feeling
a
bit
of
a
fool
,
asked
him
who
went
there
.
’
I
’
m
afraid
I
can
’
t
stop
,
’
said
Mort
.
