Jack Vettriano Mirror Mirror

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don'tcherknow, Maypoles and suchlike, healthy reels, perhaps a little light ballroom . . . not swinging people round like a dwarf with a battleaxe (mind you salt of the earth dwarfs I've always said so). Do I make myself clear?'
'mumblemumblemumbleeveryonewasdoingitmumble,' said the Dean, still looking at the floor.
'I never thought I'd, and mostly lived in a kind of groove between their rooms and the dining table. But they were feeling strange.
'mumblemumbledon'tseewhymumble,' mumbled the Dean.
He said, much later on, on the day when the music died, that it must have been because he'd never been really young, or at least young while just being old enough to know he was young. Like most wizards, he'd begun his training while still so small that the official pointy hat came down over his ears. And after that he'd just been, well, a wizard. say this to any wizard over the age of eighteen, but you're all gated until further notice!' shouted Ridcully.Being confined to the campus was not much of a punishment. The wizards usually distrusted any air that hadn't hung around indoors for a while

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arrow vibrated in the wall by Lias's head.
It was three in the morning. Sergeant Colon and Corporal Nobbs were reaching the conclusion that anyone who intended to invade Ankh‑Morpork probably wasn't going to do so now. And there was a good fire back in the watch house.'ER . . . GOOD EVENING.'
The guards watched the horse walk out of sight.
'Some poor bugger's in for it, then,' said Sergeant Colon.
'He's dedicated, you got to admit it,' said Nobby. 'Out at all hours. Always got time for people.'
'Yeah.'
The guards stared into the velvety dark. Something not quite right, thought Sergeant Colon.
'What's his first name?' said Nobby.'We could leave a note,' said Nobby, blowing on his fingers. 'You know? Come back tomorrow, sort of thing?'He looked up. A solitary horse was walking under the gate arch. A white horse, with a sombre, black‑clad rider.There was no question of 'Halt, who goes there?' The night watch walked the streets at strange hours and had become accustomed to seeing things not generally seen by mortal men.Sergeant Colon touched his helmet respectfully.''Evenin', your lordship,' he said.

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pile of horse droppings took care of the floral smell, and five minutes of scratching removed the bow.
'Not a bloody flea left,' he moaned, dropping the bowl. 'An' I had nearly the complete set. Whee-ooo! I'm well out of that. Huh!'marrowbone jelly, that bone,' he said accusingly.
'Forget it,' said Angua. 'Now, how do you normally get into the Assassins' Guild?'
'And maybe afterwards we could kind of hang out in the middens along Phedre Road?' said Gaspode, his stump of a tail still thumping the ground. 'There's rats along
Gaspode brightened up. It was Tuesday. That meant steak-and-suspicious-organs pie at the Thieves' Guild, and the head cook there was known to be susceptible to a thumping tail and a penetrating stare. And holding an empty bowl in your mouth and looking pathetic was a sure-fire winner, if Gaspode was any judge. It shouldn't take too long to claw off MR HUGGY.
Perhaps this wasn't the way it ought to be. But it was the way it was.
On the whole, he reflected, it could have been a lot worse.

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knocked on the Fools' door, reached up, caught the custard pie as it emerged from the slot and rammed it back hard. Then he kicked the -Constable Detritus enjoys a good laugh too, although some minutes after everyone else. And we're here to see Dr Whiteface.'
The clown's hair rose. Water squirted from his buttonhole.
'Have – have you got an appointment?' he said.
'I don't know,' said Carrot. 'Have we got an appointment?'
'I've got an iron ball with spikes on,' Nobby volunteered.door so that it swung inwards a few inches.Someone behind it said 'Ow.'The door opened a bit further to reveal a small clown covered in whitewash and custard.'You didn't have to do that,' he said.'I just wanted to get into the spirit of the thing,' said Carrot. 'I'm Corporal Carrot and this is the citizens' militia, and we all enjoy a good laugh.'' 'Scuse me—''Except for Lance-Constable Cuddy. And Lance

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must say you people are getting better,' said Cumbling Michael. 'We only found the poor thing a few minutes ago.'
Angua could feel Carrot opening his mouth to say 'Who?' She nudged him again.
'You'd better take us to him,' she said.
He turned out to be—
—for one thing, he turned out to be a she. In a rag-strewn room on the top floor.
Angua knelt beside the body. It was very clearly a body now. It certainly wasn't a person. A person normally had more head on their shoulders.
'Why?' she said. 'Who'd do such a thing?'
Carrot turned Carrot kicked aside some shards. There was a groove in the floor, and something metallic embedded in it.
'Cumbling Michael, I need a nail and a length of string,' said Carrot, very slowly and carefully. His eyes never left the speck of metal. It was almost as if he expected it to do something.
'I don't think—' the beggar began.to the beggars clustered around the doorway.'Who was she?''Lettice Knibbs,' said Cumbling Michael. 'She was just the lady's maid to Queen Molly.'Angua glanced up at Carrot.'Queen?''They sometimes call the head beggar king or queen,' said Carrot. He was breathing heavily.Angua pulled the maid's velvet cloak over the corpse.'Just the maid,' she muttered.There was a full-length mirror in the middle of the floor, or at least the frame of one. The glass was scattered like sequins around it.So was the glass from a window pane.

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out of your way . . .'
'Honestly, I'd like to.'
She looked at his earnest expression.
'I couldn't put 'It seems to have worked.'
'Yes. It's the best job there is.'
'Really?'
'Oh, yes. Do you know what "policeman" means?'
Angua shrugged. 'No.'you to the trouble,' she said.'That's all right. I like walking. It helps me think.'Angua smiled, despite her desperation.They stepped out into the softer heat of the evening. Instinctively, Carrot settled into the policeman's pace.'Very old street, this,' he said. 'They say there's an underground stream under it. I read that. What do you think?''Do you really like walking?' said Angua, falling into step.'Oh, yes. There are many interesting byways and historical buildings to be seen. I often go for walks on my day off.'She looked at his face. Ye gods, she thought.'Why did you join the Watch?' she said.'My father said it'd make a man of me.'

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no-one'll really see 'em. No-one important, anyway.
Vimes had only given in because he knew it wouldn't be his problem for long.
It wasn't as if he was speciesist, he told himself. But the Watch was a job for men.
'How about
'This,' said Corporal Carrot, 'is the Hubwards Gate. To the whole city. Which is what we guard.'
'What from?' said Lance-Constable Angua, the last of the new recruits.
'Oh, you know. Barbarian hordes, warring tribesmen, bandit armies . . . that sort of thing.'
'What? Just us?'Corporal Nobbs?' said the Patrician.'Nobby?'They shared a mental picture of Corporal Nobbs.'No.''No.''Then of course there is,' the Patrician smiled, 'Corporal Carrot. A fine young man. Already making a name for himself, I gather.''That's . . . true,' said Vimes.'A further promotion opportunity, perhaps? I would value your advice.'Vimes formed a mental picture of Corporal Carrot—