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'They're huge doors,' said Dibbler.
'They ain't big enough for me 'cos if you try to get me in there you'll have to drag the street in too, on account of me holding on to it!'
'No, be sensible–’what the Guild'll do to us if we play anywhere else,' said Buddy. 'And we've got to play.'
They stood looking at one another.
'What you boys should do now,' said Dibbler, blowing out a smoke ring, `is find somewhere nice and quiet to spend the day. Have a bit of a rest.'
'Damn right,' said Cliff. 'I never expected to carry these rocks around the whole time–’
Dibbler raised a finger. 'Ah,' he said, 'I thought of that, too. You don't want to waste your talents lugging stuff around, that's what I told myself. I hired you a helper. Very cheap, only 'No!' screamed Glod. 'And I'm screaming for all three of us!'The guitar whined.Buddy swung it around until he could hold it, and played a couple of chords. That seemed to calm it down.‘I think it . . . er . . . likes the idea,' he said.‘It likes the idea,' said Glod, simmering down a little bit. 'Oh, good. Well, do you know what they do to dwarfs who go into the Cavern?'`We do need the money, and it's probably not worse than

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servants had been laying the tables for lunch. This generally took some time. Since wizards took their meals seriously, and left a lot of mess, the tables were in a permanent state of being laid, cleaned or occupied.
Place‑settings alone took a lot of time. Each wizard required nine knives, thirteen forks, twelve spoons and one rammer, quite aparthitting vigorously with the knives.
'What's he doing that for?' said Ridcully. 'And, Dean, will you stop tapping your feet?'
'Well, it's catchy,' said the Dean.
'It's catching,' said Ridcully.
The Lecturer in Recent Runes was frowning in concentration from all the wine‑glasses.Wizards often turned up in ample time for the next meal. In fact they were often there in good time to have second helpings of the last one.A wizard was sitting there now.'That's Recent Runes, ain't it?' said Ridcully.He had a knife in each hand. He also had the salt, pepper and mustard pots in front of him. And the cake‑stand. And a couple of tureen covers. All of which he was

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'Isn't the wizard in?'
'In, yes. In bed. Snoring his head off.'
'I thought they stayed up all night!'
'Not this one. Cup of cocoa around nine, dead to the world at five past.'
'I can't just let raven. 'Believe me. It all comes in a big box. You think candles get dribbly like that by themselves? That's three days' work for a skilled candle dribbler.'
`You're just making that up,' said Susan. 'Anyway, you can't just buy a skull.'
'You know best, I'm sure, being educated,' said the raven.
'What were you trying to tell me last night?'
'Tell you?' said the raven, with a guilty look on its beak.
'All that dah‑dah‑dah‑DAH stuff.'
The raven scratched its head.myself into his house!''Why not? You've come to see me. Anyway, I'm the brains of the outfit. He just wears the funny hat and does the hand waving.'Susan turned the key.It was warm inside. There was the usual wizardly paraphernalia ‑ a forge, a bench with bottles and bundles strewn over it, a bookcase with books rammed in anyhow, a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling, some very big candles that were just lava streams of wax, and a raven on a skull.`They get it all out of a catalogue,' said the

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He always misses the point. You see, he can't get over things. He can't forget.'
He sucked on the wretched homemade until his eyes watered.
"'What's it all . He opened one eye.
There was an indistinct figure sitting a few feet away. Later on, he was sure that the figure had been of . . . someone. He couldn't quite remember the description, but the person must certainly have had one. He was about . . . this tall, and sort of . . . definitely . . .
EXCUSE ME.
'Yes, my son?' His brow wrinkled. 'You are male, aren't you?' he added.
YOU TOOK A LOT OF FINDING. BUT I AM GOOD AT IT.about, seriously, when you get right down to it?"' said Albert. 'Oh, dear.'He glanced up at the kitchen clock, out of a special human kind of habit. It had never worked since Albert had bought it.'He's normally in by this time,' he said. 'I'd better do his tray. Can't think what's keeping him.'The holy man sat under a holy tree, legs crossed, hands on knees. He kept his eyes shut in order to focus better on the Infinite, and wore nothing but a loincloth in order to show his disdain of discly things.There was a wooden bowl in front of him.He was aware, after a while, that he was being watched

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sop and bottom set of fangs had grown so large that he appeared to be looking at the world through bars. He was also bow-legged, although it would probably be a tad if not terminal move for anyone to comment on Gaspode's tail vibrated nervously.
These are my friends Black Roger and —'
Butch?' suggested Angua.
How did you know . But not both at once.
Being a werewolf meant having the dexterity and jaw power to instantly rip out a man's jugular. It was a trick of her father's that had always annoyed her mother, especially when he did it just before meals. But Angua had never been able to bring herself to do it. She'd preferred the vegetarian option.that?' A lucky guess,' said Angua.The two big dogs had moved around so that they were e either side of them.Well, well, well,' said Black Roger. 'Who's this, then?' Angua,' said Gaspode. 'She's a —'— wolfhound,' said Angua.The two dogs paced around them hungrily.'Big Fido know about her?' said Black Roger.'I was just —' Gaspode began.'Well, now,' said Black Roger, 'I reckon you'd be wanting to come with us. Guild night tonight.''Sure, sure,' said Gaspode. 'No problem there.'I could certainly manage either of them, Angua thought

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Who cares what's right or wrong? Assassins and thieves and trolls and dwarfs! Might as well have a bloody king and have done with it!'
The rest of the Night Watch stood looking at their feet in mute embarrassment. Then Carrot said, 'It's better to light a candle than curse 'That was an order. I might not be any good for anything else, but I can bloody well order you to open the door, so open the door!'
Quirke was accompanied by half a dozen members of the Day Watch. They had crossbows. In deference to the fact that they were doing a mildly unpleasant job involving fellow officers, they had them pointing slightly downwards. In deference to the fact that they weren't damn fools, they had the safety catches off.the darkness, captain. That's what they say.''What?' Vimes' sudden rage was like a thunderclap. 'Who says that? When has that ever been true? It's never been true! It's the kind of thing people without power say to make it all seem less bloody awful, but it's just words, it never makes any difference—'Someone hammered at the door.'That'll be Quirke,' said Vimes. 'You're to hand over your weapons. The Night Watch is being stood down for a day. Can't have coppers running around upsetting things, can we? Open the door, Carrot.''But—' Carrot began.

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'Anything bad he encounters on his journey after death,' said Carrot, a shade awkwardly.
'Ah.' Vimes hesitated. This was an area in which he did not feel comfortable.
'It's an ancient tradition,' said Carrot.
'I thought dwarfs didn't believe in devils and demons and stuff like that.'
'That's true, but . . . we're not sure if they know.'
'Oh.'
Vimes laid down the axe and picked up something else from the work rack. It was a knight in armour, about nine inches high. expect to find.'
'Well, he's got – he had - all the usual tools, sir. Nice ones, too. Shame, really.'
'What is?'
'They'll be melted down, of course.'There was a key in its back. He turned it, and then nearly dropped the thing when the figure's legs started to move. He put it down, and it began to march stiffly across the floor, waving its sword.'Moves a bit like Colon, don't it,' said Vimes. 'Clockwork!''It's the coming thing,' said Carrot. 'Mr Hammerhock was good at that.'Vimes nodded. 'We're looking for anything that shouldn't be here,' he said. 'Or something that should be and isn't. Is there anything missing?''Hard to say, sir. It isn't here.''What?''Anything that's missing, sir,' said Carrot conscientiously.'I mean,' said Vimes, patiently, 'anything not here which you'd
Vimes stared at the neat racks of hammers and files.
'Why? Can't some other dwarf use them?'