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           It’sapleasuretomeetacitizenwhoregardsitastheirdutytoassisttheWatch."

           TheLibrariangavehimabanana.

           Vimesfeltcuriouslyelatedashesteppedoutintothecity’sthrobbingstreetsagain.Hewasdefinitelydetectingthings.Theywerelittlebitsofthings,likeajigsaw.Nooneofthemmadeanyrealsense,buttheyallhintedatabiggerpicture.Allheneededtodowasfindacorner,orabitofanedge...

           Hewasprettycertainitwasn’tawizard,whatevertheLibrarianmightthink.Notaproper,paid-upwizard.Thissortofthingwasn’ttheirstyle.

           Andtherewas,ofcourse,thisbusinessaboutthelair.Themostsensiblecoursewouldbetowaitandseeifthedragonturneduptonight,andtryandseewhere.Thatmeantahighplace.Wastheresomewayofdetectingdragonsthemselves?He’dhadalookatCut-me-own-ThroatDibbler’sdragondetectors,whichconsistedsolelyofapieceofwoodonametalstick.Whenthestickwasburnedthrough,you’dfoundyourdragon.LikealotofCut-me-own-Throat’sdevices,itwascompletelyefficientinitsownspecialwaywhileatthesametimebeingtotallyuseless.

           Therehadtobeabetterwayoffindingthethingthanwaitinguntilyourfingerswereburnedoff.

           Thesettingsunspreadoutonthehorizonlikealightly-poachedegg.

           TherooftopsofAnkh-Morporksproutedafinearrayofgargoyleseveninnormaltimes,butnowtheywerealivewithasghastlyanarrayoffacesaseverwereseenoutsideawoodcutabouttheevilsofgin-drinkingamongthenon-woodcut-buyingclasses.