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a couple of associates whose apparent knowledge of music extended only to the amount of percussion available on the human skull. His determined expression suggested that he was not there for his health, although the fact that the Guild officers had a in order to become accompanied.
The odd thing was that, although people were jammed along the benches, she had space all around her. She was quite attractive in a skinny way, Ridcully thought. What was the tomboy word? Gammon, or something. She was wearing a black lace dress of the sort worn by healthy young women who want to look consumptive, and had a raven sitting on her shoulder.
She turned her head, saw Ridcully looking at her, and vanished.
More or less.
He was a wizard, after all. He felt his eyes watering as she flickered in and out of vision.mean look about them rather hinted he was there for other people's health, mostly in order to take it away.Ridcully brightened up. The evening might just possibly be more interesting than he had expected.There was another table near the stage. He nearly didn't notice it, and then his gaze swivelled back to it of its own accord.There was a young woman sitting there, all by herself. Of course, it wasn't unusual to see young women in the Drum. Even unaccompanied young women. They were generally there

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with all the rights due to citizens of both states,
particularly the right sands. From it came what could very accurately be called the strains of an accordion, since someone seemed to want to play a tune but kept on running into difficulties after a few bars, and starting again.
Someone knocked on the door.
After a while there was a scraping on the other side and a small hatch opened.
'Yes, offendi?'
IS THIS THE KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION?to pay just as much tax as could be squeezed out of them and be drafted in to fight wars against people they'd never heard of. So as a result of the dotted line Klatch was now incipiently at war with Hersheba and the D'regs, Hersheba was at war with the D'regs and Klatch, and the D'regs were at war with everyone, including one another, and having considerable fun because the D'reg word for 'stranger' was the same as for 'target'.The fort was one of the legacies of the dotted line.Now it was a dark rectangle on the hot silver

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right, all right,' he said. 'I can see how this is going. And supposing I say no?'
There was another of those long, long pauses, wherein may be seen the possibilities of several different futures.
'Do you know, sir, I never even considered that you'd say no?'
'You didn't?'
'No, sir.''Why not?'
'Because I could command the Watch. Because . . . people should do things because an officer tells them. They shouldn't do it just because Corporal Carrot says so. Just because Corporal Carrot is . . . good at being obeyed.' Carrot's face was carefully blank.
An interesting point.''I'm intrigued. Why not?''It's all for the good of the city, sir. Do you know where the word "policeman" comes from? It means "man of the city", sir. From the old word polis.''Yes. I do know.'The Patrician looked at Carrot. He seemed to be shuffling futures in his head. Then:'Yes. I accede to all the requests, except the one involving Corporal Nobbs. And you, I think, should be promoted to Captain.''Ye-es. I agree, sir. That would be a good thing for Ankh-Morpork. But I will not command the Watch, if that's what you mean.'

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little friend.'
'In the Assassins' Guild? Just us?'
'Um. You've got a point.'
Carrot looked so crestfallen that Angua gave in.
'What time is it?' it to me.'
'How?'
'Er . . . I . . . well, I could get out of uniform, couldn't I, and, oh, talk my way in as a kitchen maid's sister or something . . .'
Carrot looked doubtful.
'You think that'll work?'she said.Carrot very carefully took Captain Vimes' presentation watch out of its cloth case.'It's—'—abing, abing, abong, bong . . . bing . . . bing . . .They waited patiently until it had finished.'A quarter to seven,' said Carrot. Absolutely accurate, too. I put it right by the big sundial in the University.'Angua glanced at the sky.'OK,' she said. 'I can find out, I think. Leave