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lot of civic dignitaries are going to be there, too,’ said Dibbler. ‘The Patrician and the nobles and the Guild heads and some of the high priests. Not the wizards, of course, the stuck‑up old idiots. But it’ll be a night to remember right enough.’
‘Will we have to be introduced to them all?’ said Victor.
‘No. They’ll about that,’ said Poons. ‘I’ve got out of carriages hundreds of times. There’s no trick to it at all.’
‘It’s a bit odd,’ the Chairman admitted. ‘And they cheered the head of the Assassins’ Guild and the High Priest of Blind Io, too. And now someone’s rolled out a red carpet.’
‘What, in the street? In Ankh‑Morpork?’
‘Yes.’be introduced to you,’ said Dibbler. ‘It’ll be the biggest thrill of their lives.’Victor stared out at the crowds again.‘Is it my imagination,’ he said, ‘or is it getting foggy?’ Poons hit the Chair across the back of the legs with his stick.‘What’s going on?’ he said. ‘Why’s everyone cheering?’‘The Patrician’s just got out of his carriage,’ said the Chair.‘Don’t see what’s so wonderful