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YOU ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH THE YOUNG MAN?
'What? No! I've only ever seen him once!'
YOUR EYES added lamely. 'That's all. Oh, I don't know.'
He leaned down again until his skull was on a level with her face.
BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP, FULL OF BLIND CREATURES WHO THINK THEIR MUNDANE LITTLE WORLD IS REAL? YOU SEE THE LIGHTED WINDOWS AND WHAT YOU WANT TO THINK IS THAT THERE MAY BE MANY DIDN'T MEET ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM OR ANYTHING OF THAT NATURE?'No! Of course not.'WHY SHOULD YOU CARE, THEN?'Because he matt– because he's a human being, that's why,' said Susan, surprised at herself. 'I don't see why people should be messed around like that,' she

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didn't tell me anything except SQUEAK and I don't know what that means,' said Susan. 'But . . . look, there's no wall here, there's just . . .'
Albert wrenched open a drawer.
'Observe,' he said sharply. 'Hammer, right? Nail, right? Watch.'
He hammered of sausages. No fresh vegetables at all. Miss Butts advocated avoiding fried foods and eating plenty of vegetables for what she referred to as Daily Health. She putthe nail into the air about five feet up at the edge of the tiled area. It hung there.'Wall,' said Albert.Susan reached out gingerly and touched the nail. It had a sticky feel, a little like static electricity.'Well, it doesn't feel like a wall to me,' she managed.SQUEAK.Albert dropped the hammer on the table.He wasn't a small man, Susan realized. He was quite tall, but he walked with the kind of lopsided stoop normally associated with laboratory assistants of an Igor turn of mind.'I give in,' he said, wagging his finger at Susan again. 'I told him no good'd come of it. He started meddlin', and next thing a mere chit of a girl‑ where'd you go?'Susan walked over to the table while Albert waved his arms in the air, trying to find her.There was a cheeseboard on the table, and a snuff box. And a string a lot of troubles down to an absence of Daily Health.

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Nobbs toiled married. He'd turned down any of the temples and churches, but the Great Hall had a sufficiently churchy look, which is what people always feel is mandatory on these occasions. It's not actually essential for any gods to drop in, but they should feel at home if they do.
Vimes strolled down there early,' because there's nothing more useless in the world than a groom just before the wedding. Interchangeable Emmas had taken over the house.
There were already a couple of ushers in place, ready to ask guests whose side they were on.through the darkness under the city. His eyes had got accustomed to the gloom now. He was dying for a smoke, but Carrot had warned him about that. Just take the sack, follow the trail, bring back the body. And don't nick any jewellery. People were already filing into the Great Hall of Unseen University.Vimes had been firm about this. It was the only thing he'd held out for. He wasn't exactly an atheist, because atheism was a non-survival trait on a world with several thousand gods. He just didn't like any of them very much, and didn't see what business it was of theirs that he was getting

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Captain,' said a low voice from under the table, audible at a conscious level only to Angua, 'you got an itchy bottom.'
'What big picture's this, then?' said Sergeant Colon.
'Got to think in terms of the whole city,' said Quirke. He shifted uneasily.
'Really itchy,' said the sub-table voice.
'You feeling all right, Captain Quirke?' said Angua.
The captain and squirming in, as it were, the rear.
'My word, he seemed anxious to get away,' said Carrot.
'Yes,' said Angua. 'Can't think why.'
They looked at one another.
'Is that it?' said Carrot. 'No more Night Watch?'
squirmed.Trickle, prickle, prickle,' said the voice.'I mean, some things are important, some ain't,' said Quirke. 'Aargh!''Sorry?'Trickle.''Can't hang around here talking to you all day,' said Quirke. 'You. Report to me. Tomorrow afternoon—'Trickle, prickle, prickle—''Abouuut face!'The Day Watch scurried out, with Quirke hopping It's generally very quiet in the Unseen University library. There's perhaps

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nodded. It sits up here in all weather straining gnats through its ears, he thought. People like that don't have a crowded address book. Even whelks get out more.
'I'm Captain wasn't so likeable.
'You live right up here,' said Vimes, interested despite the more pressing problem on his mind, 'how come you know Arrot . . . Carrot?'
'Ee cuns uk ere um-imes an awks oo ugg.'
'Uz ee?'
'Egg.'
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hand on the hilt of his sword, but it could also have been because Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonourable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.
'It seems to be some ,' said Dr Cruces.
'Good. Good. Thank you very much.' Captain Vimes paused at the doorway, and then thumped the palm of his hand on his forehead. 'Sorry, excuse me – mind like a sieve these days – what was it you said was stolen?'
Not a muscle, not a sinew moved on Dr Cruces' face.
'I didn't say anything was stolen, Captain Vimes.'
Vimes gaped at him for a moment.kind of . . . museum,' said Vimes. 'Guild memorabilia, that sort of thing?''Yes, exactly. Odd and ends. You know how they mount up over the years.''Oh. Well, that all seems in order,' said Vimes. 'Sorry to have troubled you, doctor. I will be going. I hope I have not inconvenienced you in any way.''Of course not! Glad to have been able to put your mind at rest.'They were ushered gently yet firmly towards the gateway.'I should clean up this glass,' said Captain Vimes, glancing at the debris again. 'Someone could hurt themselves, all this glass lying around. Wouldn't like to see one of your people get hurt.''We Shall be doing it right this minute, captain

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works out,” said Granny Weatherwax, “some-
where. Your young wizard knows that, he just puts daft
words around it. He’d be quite bright, if only he’d look at
what’s in front of him.”
“He wants to. It could

turn out to be anything. And everything.”
She picked up a pebble. It hit the water at the same time as one of Ridcully’s own, making a double plunk.
“Do you think,” said Ridcully, “that . . . somewhere . . .
it all went right?”
“Yes. Here!” stay here for a while,” said Ridcullygloomily. He flicked another pebble into the depths. “Seems fascinated by the stones. I can’t say no, can I? The king’s all for it. He says other kings have always had fools, so he’ll try having a wise man around, just in case that works better.”Granny laughed.“And there’s young Diamanda going to be up and aboutany day now,” she said.“What do you mean?”“Oh, nothing. That’s the thing about the future