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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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'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—

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managed to half-raise the axe, and then her hand slumped to her side. She looked down. The correct attitude of a human before an “There’s no trickery here,” said the Queen. “No silly women with bags of sweets.”
“You noticed that, did you?” said Granny. “Gytha meant well, I expect. Daft old biddy. Mind if I sit down?”
“Of course you may,” said the Queen. “You are an old woman now, after all.”
She nodded to the elves. Granny subsided gratefully on to a rock, her hands still tied behind her.
“That’s the thing about witchcraft,” she said. “It doesn’t exactly keep you young, but you do stay old for longer. Whereas you, of course, do not age,” she added.
“Indeed, we do not.”elf was one of shame. She had shouted so coarsely at something as beautiful as an elf...The Queen dismounted and walked over to her.“Don’t touch her,” said Granny.The Queen nodded.“You can resist,” she said. “But you see, it doesn’t mat-ter. We can take Lancre without a fight. There is nothing you can do about it. Look at the brave little army, standing like sheep. Humans are so enthusiastic.”Granny looked at her boots.“You can’t rule while I’m alive,” she said.

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like cucumbers. He’d never heard of chocolate, banana skins, avocado and ginger, marshmallow and the thousand other foods people had occasionally employed to drive an A-to-B freeway through the rambling pathways of romance. Casanunda had spent a busy ten minutes sketching out a detailed menu, and quite a lot of money had changed hands.
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l Carrots so you can see in the dark, she’d explain, and oysters so’s you’vecareful romantic candlelit supper.Casanunda had always believed in the art of seduction.Many tall women accessible by stepladder across the continent had reflected how odd it was that the dwarfs, a race to whom the aforesaid art of seduction consisted in the main part of tactfully finding out what sex, underneath all that leather and chain-mail, another dwarf was, had generated someone like Casanunda.It was as if Eskimos had produced a natural expert in the care and attention of rare tropical plants. The great pent-up waters of dwarfish sexuality had found a leak at the bot-tom of the dam—small, but with enough power to drive a dynamo.

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“Don’t exist, is what I’m trying to say.”
Granny reached a dungeon door. It was mainly age-
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blackened oak, but with a large barred grille occupying some of the top half.
“In there.”
Verence peered inside.
“Good grief!”around. People act funny. They stop thinking clear. Don’t you know anything?”
“I thought . . . elves were just stories . . . like the Tooth “I got Shawn to unlock it. I don’t reckon anyone else saw us come in. Don’t tell anyone. If the dwarfs and the trolls find out, they’ll tear the walls apart to get him out.”“Why? To kill him?”“Of course. They’ve got better memories than humans.”“What am / supposed to do with it?”“Just keep it locked up. How should I know? I’ve got to think!”Verence peered in again at the elf. It was lying curled up in the center of the floor.“That’s an elf? But it’s .. . just a long, thin human with a foxy face. More or less. I thought they were supposed to be beautiful?”“Oh, they are when they’re conscious,” said Granny, wav-ing a hand vaguely “They project this ... this... when people look at them, they see beauty, they see something they want to please. They can look just like you want them to look. ‘S’called glamour. You can tell when elves are

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remora fish hang on to a passing shark. These are the para-site universes and, when the crop circles burst like rain-drops, they have their chance ...
Lancre castle was far bigger than it needed to be. It wasn’t as if Lancre could have been bigger at one time; inhos-pitable mountains crowded it on three sides, and a more or less sheer drop occupied where the fourth side would In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’ time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia.Almost always . ..At circle time, when the walls between this and that are thinner, when there are all sorts of strange leakages . . . Ah, then choices are made, then the universe can be sent careen-ing down a different leg of the well-known Trousers of Time.But there are also stagnant pools, universes cut off frompast and future. They have to steal pasts and futures fromother universes; their only hope is to batten on to thedynamic universes as they pass through the fragile period