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welcome.
Ridcully saw a tall, curly‑headed young man clutching what looked like an undernourished guitar or possibly a banjo that had been used in a fight. Beside him was a dwarf, holding a battle horn. At the rear was a troll, hammer in each paw, seated behind a pile of rocks. And to one side was the Librarian, standing in front of . . . Ridcully leaned forward . . . what having exhausted him, he started to play.
It was a simple little rhythm, one that you might easily have ignored if you'd met it in the street. It was followed by a sequence of crashing chords and then, Ridcully realized, it hadn't been followed by the chords, because the rhythm was there all the time. Which was impossible. No guitar could be played like that.
The dwarf blew a sequence of notes on the horn. The troll picked up the beat. The Librarian brought both hands down upon the piano keyboard, apparently at random.
Ridcully had never heard such a din.appeared to be the skeleton of a piano, balanced on some beer‑kegs.The boy looked paralysed by the attention.He said: 'Hello ... er ... Ankh‑Morpork.And, this amount of conversation apparently

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a daft idea.' The raven looked around at the stricken battlefield, empty now except for the fallen and the flocks of his fellow ravens. 'What a waste,' he added. ' I mean, just look at it all. Such a terrible waste.'
'Yes!'
'I mean, I'm near bursting and there's hundreds of 'em untouched. I think I'll see if I can have a doggy bag.'
'They're dead bodies!'
'Right!'
'What are you 'Convergent evolution,' said the raven. 'Often happens. I read once where apparently the common octopus has an eye almost exactly the same as the human eyeb– caw!'
'You were going to say something like: except for the taste, weren't you?' said Susan.
'Negger grossed by bind,' said the raven indistinctly.
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'Leg go ogg by beak glease?'eating?''It's all right,' said the raven, backing away. 'There's enough for everyone.''That's disgusting!''I didn't kill 'em,' it said.Susan gave up.'She looked a lot like Iron Lily,' she said, as they walked back to the patient horse. 'Our gym mistress. Sounded like her, too.' She imagined the warbling Valkyries pounding across the sky. Get some warrior, you bunch of fainting blossoms . . .

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you've learned a lot from Cap— Commander Vimes, captain.'
'Sir. My father always said I was a quick learner, sir.'
'Perhaps the think again.' Carrot brightened up. 'It's a bit like being a guard, really. When you need us, you really need us. And when you don't . . . well, best if we just walk around the streets and shout All's Well. Providing all is well, of course.'
'Captain Carrot,' said Lord Vetinari, 'because we understand one another so well, and I think we do understand one another . . . there is something I'd like to show you. Come this way.'
He led the way into the throne room, which was, empty at this time of day. As hecity does need a king, though. Have you considered that?''Like a fish needs a . . . er . . . a thing that doesn't work underwater, sir.''Yet a king can appeal to the emotions of his subjects, captain. In . . . very much the same way as you did recently, I understand.''Yes, sir. But what will he do next day? You can't treat people like puppet dolls. No, sir. Mr Vimes always said a man has got to know his limitations. If there was a king, then the best thing he could do would be to get on with a decent day's work—''Indeed.''But if there was some pressing need . . . then perhaps he'd

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your real nose,' said Carrot. 'Thank you.'
The clown wound down a little.
'I think you'd back. 'You've been very helpful.'
He folded his hand again.
'Come on,' he said. 'We'd better begoing. I don't think we're going to be popular here in a minute or two.'
'What was that you showed him?' Angua asked, as they proceeded with dignity yet speed towards the gate.
'It was something you came here to find, wasn't it? All that stuff about better go,' he said. 'I don't like this sort of thing. It upsets me.''Sorry,' said Carrot again. 'It's just that . . . I think I'm having an idea. I wondered about it before . . . and I'm pretty certain now. I think I know about the person who did it. But I had to see the eggs to be sure.''You saying another clown killed him?' said Boffo belligerently. ' 'Cos if you are, I'm going straight to—''Not exactly,' said Carrot. 'But I can show you the killer's face.'He reached down and took something from the debris on the table. Then he turned to Boffo and opened his hand. He had his back to Angua, and she could not quite see what he was holding. But Boffo gave a strangled cry and ran away down the avenue of faces, his big shoes flip-flopping hugely on the stone flags.'Thank you,' said Carrot, at his retreating