Стража! Стража!

           Heturnedtoclimbdowntheheap,andstopped.Hebentdownagain,andcarefullypulledanotherbookfromamongtheglitteringrubble.Itwasn’toneofhis,exceptinthewidesensethatallbookscameunderhisdomain.Heturnedafewpagescarefully.

           "Keepit,"saidVimesbehindhim."Takeitaway.Putitsomewhere."

           Theorangutannoddedatthecaptain,andrattleddowntheheap.HetappedVimesgentlyonthekneecap,openedTheSummoningofDragons,leafedthroughitsravagedpagesuntilhefoundtheonehe’dbeenlookingfor,andsilentlypassedthebookup.

           Vimessquintedatthecrabbedwriting.

           Yetdraggonsarenottelikenunicornes,Iwillen.TheydwellythinsomeRealmdefinedbyetheeFancieoftheWilleand,thus,itmytebeethatewhomsoevercallethuponthem,andgiveththemtheyrepathewayuntothysworlde,calleththeyreOwnedragonoftheMind.

           Yette,Itrow,thePureinHartemayestillecallaDraggonofPowerasaForseforGoodeintheeworlde,andthisonenightetheGrateWorkewillcommense.Allhathebeenprepared.IhathlabouredmostmytilytobeaWorthieVessle...

           Arealmoffancy,Vimesthought.That’swheretheywent,then.Intoourimaginations.Andwhenwecallthembackweshapethem,likesqueezingdoughintopastryshapes.Onlyyoudon’tgetgingerbreadmen,yougetwhatyouare.Yourowndarkness,givenshape...

           Vimesreaditthroughagain,andthenlookedatthefollowingpages.

           Thereweren’tmany.Therestofthebookwasacharredmass.

           Vimeshandeditbacktotheape.