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of person always reserves for dwarfs.
It wasn't much fun being a student in Unseen University. You had to find your pleasures where you could. He grinned a big, wide, innocent grin.
'Why, yes,' he said. 'I do believe right at this moment he's in his workroom in the basement. But you have to be very careful how you?'
'We'll show you,' said the first student.
'That's so very kind.'
'Don't mention it. Only too glad to help.'
The three wizards led Glod down a flight of steps and into a tunnel. Light filtered down through the occasional pane of green glass set in the floor above. Every so often Glod heard a snigger behind address him.''Is that so?' said Glod.'Yes, you have to be sure to say, "Do you want a peanut, Mr Monkey?"' said the student wizard. He signalled a couple of his colleagues. 'That's so, isn't it? He has to say Mister Monkey.''Oh, yes indeedy,' said a student. 'Actually, if you don't want him to get annoyed it's best to be on the safe side and scratch under your arms. That puts him at his ease.''And go ugh‑ugh‑ugh,' said a third student. 'He likes that.''Well, thank you very much,' said Glod. 'Which way do I go

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He'd tried it out. It was easy to play. In fact, it was almost impossible to play badly. It didn't seem to matter how he touched the strings ‑ they still rang out the tune he had in mind. It was, in solid form, the kind of instrument you dream 'It's an ape.'
'This is Ankh‑Morpork. That's how things are here.' Glod removed his helmet and unfolded something from inside.
'Why've you got a string bag?' said Imp.
'Fruit's fruit. Waste not, want not. If they throw eggs, try to catch them.'
Imp slung the guitar's strap over his about when you first start to play ‑ the one you can play without learning. He remembered when he'd first picked up a harp and struck the strings, confidently expecting the kind of lambent tones the old men coaxed from them. He'd got a discord instead. But this was the instrument he'd dreamed of . . .'We'll stick to numbers everyone knows,' said the dwarf. "'The Wizard's Staff" and "Gathering Rhubarb". Stuff like that. People like songs they can snigger along to.'Imp looked down at the bar. It was filling up a bit now. But his attention was drawn to a large orang‑utan, which had pulled up its chair right in front of the stage and was holding a bag of fruit.'Gllod, there's an ape watching us.''Well?' said Glod, unfolding a string bag.

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more than usual. It's important.' Carrot turned a page. His lips moved silently as he read.
'Throwing stuff at me sounds like a breakdown in law and order,' said Nobby.
He was aware of their 'That's probably an angry mob right now,' said Nobby.
Carrot opened the door.
'It's not an angry mob,' he announced.
'Ook.'
'It's an orang-utan carrying a stunned dwarf followed by a troll. But he is quite angry, if that's any help.'

Lady Ramkin's butler, Willikins, had filled him a big bath. Hahexpressions.'I don't think we could make that stick,' said Colon.'It stuck all right,' said Nobby, 'and some of it went down my shirt.''Why throw things at you?' said Angua.'It's 'cos I was a Watchman,' said Nobby. 'The dwarfs don't like the Watch 'cos of Mr Hammerhock, and the trolls don't like the Watch 'cos of Coalface being arrested, and people don't like the Watch 'cos of all these angry dwarfs and trolls around.'Someone thumped at the door.

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woof, biscuit.'
Carrot automatically patted his pocket.
'See?' said Gaspode. 'This boy is Mister Simple, am I right?'
'Do they let dogs in dwarf shops?' said Angua.
'No,' said Carroteye.
He'd been writing in his notebook. Trying to make sense of it all. And then he'd gone to sleep.
What time was it? No time to look back.
He traced out:

Stolen from Afsafsins' Guild: gonne – Hammerhock killed.
Smell of fireworks. Lump of lead. Alchemical Symbols. 2nd body .'On a hook,' said Gaspode.'Really? Sounds good to me,' said Angua. 'Let's go.''Vegetarian?' mumbled Gaspode, limping after them. 'Oh, my.''Shut up.''Sorry?' said Carrot.'I was just thinking aloud.' Vimes' pillow was cold and hard. He felt it gingerly. It was cold and hard because it was not a pillow but a table. His cheek appeared to be stuck to it, and he was not interested in speculating what with.He hadn't even managed to take his armour off.But he did manage to unstick one

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office was the table where the elders of the Guild sat in weekly session. The other side of the room held Cruces' private library, and a small workbench. Above the bench was an apothecary cabinet, made up of hundreds of little drawers. The names on the drawer labels were in Assassins' code, but visitors from outside the Guild were generally sufficiently unnerved not to accept a drink.
Four pillars of black granite held up the ceiling. They had been carved with the names of noted Assassins from history. Cruces had his desk foursquare between them. He was standing behind it, his expression almost as wooden as the desk.
'I want a roll-call,' he snapped. 'Has anyone left the Guild?'biggest room in the building. It always seemed wrong to visitors that the Assassins' Guild had such light, airy, well-designed premises, more like the premises of a gentlemen's club than a building where death was plotted on a daily basis.Cheery sporting prints lined the walls, although the quarry was not, when you looked closely, stags or foxes. There were also group etchings – and, more recently, new-fangled iconographs – of the Guild, rows of smiling faces on black-clad bodies and the youngest members sitting cross-legged in front,Down one side of the room was the big mahogany

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'Well here is another fine Turnup for the Books, for I have been made Corporal!! It means another Five Dollars a month plus stared out of the small dusty bedroom window at the early evening sunlight sidling across the river. Then he bent over the paper again.

'—which I do not Fulley understand but must have something to do with the dwarf Grabpot Thundergust's Cosmetic Factory. Also, Captain Vimes of who I have often written to you of is, leaving the Watch to get married and Become a Fine Gentleman also I have a new jerkin with, two stripes upon it as well. And a new copper badge! It is a Great responsibility!! This is all because we have got new recruits because the Patrician who, as I have formerly vouchsafed is the ruler of the city, has agreed the Watch must reflect the ethnic makeup of the City—' Carrot paused for a moment and

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When I get off this horse,” said Magrat, “it’ll bolt. So can you ask your ... friend to let go of the bridle? He’ll be hurt.”
“Oook?”
“Um. Probably not.”
Magrat slid off. The horse, relieved of the presence of iron, bolted. For about two yards.
“Oook.”
The horse was struggling to get back on its feet.
Magrat blinked.
“Um, he’s Terry Pratchett
face was covered in mud, and there was a multicolored bruise over one eye.
“Did they do that to you?”
“Well, the mud and the torn clothes is just from, youjust a bit annoyed at the moment,” said Ponder. “One of the ... elves .. . shot him with an arrow.”“But they do that to control people!”“Um. He’s not a person.”“Oook!”“Genetically, I mean.”Magrat had met wizards before. Occasionally one visited Lancre, although they didn’t stay very long. There was some-thing about the presence of Granny Weatherwax that made them move on.They didn’t look like Ponder Stibbons. He’d lost most ofhis robe and, of his hat, only the brim remained. Most of his261
know, the forest. And we’ve run into—“