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Guards! Guards!
They
lie
.
.
.
Not
dead
,
not
asleep
.
Not
waiting
,
because
waiting
implies
expectation
.
Possibly
the
word
we
’
re
looking
for
here
is
.
.
.
.
.
.
dormant
.
And
although
the
space
they
occupy
isn
’
t
like
normal
space
,
nevertheless
they
are
packed
in
tightly
.
Not
a
cubic
inch
there
but
is
filled
by
a
claw
,
a
talon
,
a
scale
,
the
tip
of
a
tail
,
so
the
effect
is
like
one
of
those
trick
drawings
and
your
eyeballs
eventually
realise
that
the
space
between
each
dragon
is
,
in
fact
,
another
dragon
:
They
could
put
you
in
mind
of
a
can
of
sardines
,
if
you
thought
sardines
were
huge
and
scaly
and
proud
and
arrogant
.
And
presumably
,
somewhere
,
there
’
s
the
key
.
In
another
space
entirely
,
it
was
early
morning
in
Ankh
-
Morpork
,
oldest
and
greatest
and
grubbiest
of
cities
.
A
thin
drizzle
dripped
from
the
grey
sky
and
punctuated
the
river
mist
that
coiled
among
the
streets
.
Rats
of
various
species
went
about
their
nocturnal
occasions
.
Under
night
’
s
damp
cloak
assassins
assassinated
,
thieves
thieved
,
hussies
hustled
.
And
so
on
.
And
drunken
Captain
Vimes
of
the
Night
Watch
staggered
slowly
down
the
street
,
folded
gently
into
the
gutter
outside
the
Watch
House
and
lay
there
while
,
above
him
,
strange
letters
made
of
light
sizzled
in
the
damp
and
changed
colour
.
.
.
The
city
wasa
,
wasa
,
wasa
wossname
.
Thing
.
Woman
.
Thass
what
it
was
.
Woman
.
Roaring
,
ancient
,
centuries
old
.
Strung
you
along
,
let
you
fall
in
thingy
,
love
,
with
her
,
then
kicked
you
inna
,
inna
,
thingy
.
Thingy
,
in
your
mouth
.
Tongue
.
Tonsils
.
Teeth
.
That
’
s
what
it
,
she
,
did
.
She
wasa
.
.
.
thing
,
you
know
,
lady
dog
.
Puppy
.
Hen
.
Bitch
.
And
then
you
hated
her
and
,
and
just
when
you
thought
you
’
d
got
her
,
it
,
out
of
your
,
your
,
whatever
,
then
she
opened
her
great
booming
rotten
heart
to
you
,
caught
you
off
bal
,
bal
,
bal
,
thing
.
Ance
.
Yeah
.
Thassit
.
Never
knew
where
where
you
stood
.
Lay
.
Only
thing
you
were
sure
of
,
you
couldn
’
t
let
her
go
.
Because
,
because
she
was
yours
,
all
you
had
,
even
in
her
gutters
.
.
.
Damp
darkness
shrouded
the
venerable
buildings
of
Unseen
University
,
premier
college
of
wizardry
.
The
only
light
was
a
faint
octarine
flicker
from
the
tiny
windows
of
the
new
High
Energy
Magic
building
,
where
keen
-
edged
minds
were
probing
the
very
fabric
of
the
universe
,
whether
it
liked
it
or
not
.
