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           Why?"

           "Somekidsayshe’sheirtothethrone!"

           "That’sright,"saidThroat,who’dfollowedVimesinthehopeofclinchingasale."Hemadeabigspeechabouthowhewasgoingtokillthedragon,overthrowtheusurpersandrightallwrongs.Everyonecheered.Hotsausages,twoforadollar,madeofgenuinepig,whynotbuyoneforthelady?"

           "Don’tyoumeanpork,sir?"saidCarrotwarily,eyeingtheglisteningtubes.

           "Mannerofspeaking,mannerofspeaking,"saidThroatquickly."Certainlyyouractualpigproducts.Genuinepig."

           "Everyonecheersanyspeechinthiscity,"growledVimes."Itdoesn’tmeananything!"

           "Getyourpigsausages,fivefortwodollars!"saidThroat,whoneverletaconversationstandinthewayoftrade."Couldbegoodforbusiness,couldmonarchy.Pigsausages!Pigsausages!Innabun!Andrightingallwrongs,too.Soundslikeasolidideatome.Withonions!"

           "CanIpressyoutoahotsausage,ma’am?"saidNobby.

           LadyRamkinlookedatthetrayaroundThroat’sneck.Thousandsofyearsofgoodbreedingcametoheraidandtherewasonlythefaintestsuggestionofhorrorinhervoicewhenshesaid,"My,theylookgood.Whatsplendidfoodstuffs."

           "Aretheymadebymonksonsomemysticmountain?"saidCarrot.

           Throatgavehimanoddlook."No,"hesaidpatiently,"bypigs."

           "Whatwrongs?"saidVimesurgently."Comeon,tellme.Whatwrongsishegoingtoright?"

           "We-ell,"saidThroat,"there’s,well,taxes.That’swrong,forastart."