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, behind the Cavern's raggedy curtain, tried to tune his guitar. Several things got in the way of this simple procedure. Firstly, Blert had realized what his , now the bass player (Blert, giggling hysterically, had used a bigger lump of wood and some fence wire), was holding up his hand hesitantly.
'What is it, Jimbo?'
'One of my guitar strings has broke.'
'Well, you've got five more, ain't you?'
'Yur. But I doesn't know how to play them, like.'
'You didn't know how to play six, right? So now you're a bit less ignorant.'customers really wanted and, praying forgiveness from his ancestors, had spent more time gluing on bits of glittery stuff than he had on the actual functioning sections of the instrument. To put it another way, he'd knocked in a dozen nails and tied the strings to them. But this wasn't too much of a problem, because Crash himself had the musical talent of a blocked nostril.He looked at Jimbo, Noddy and Scum. Jimbo

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went back to the stable, where Binky was investigating the contents of a bucket.
The Quirm College for Young Ladies encouraged self‑reliance and logical thought. Her parents had sent her there for that reason.
They'd assumed that insulating her from the fluffy edges of the world was the safest thing to do. In the circumstances, this was wiggle downwards. The Librarian was an orang-utan, and no‑one thought that was at all odd. The Reader in Esoteric Studies spent so much time reading in what the Bursar referred to as 'the smallest room'[he was generally referred to as the Reader in The Lavatory, even on official documents. The Bursar himself in any normal society would have been considered more unglued than a used stamp in a downpour. The Dean had spent seventeen years writing a treatise on The Use of the Syllable 'ENK' in Levitation Spells of the Early Confused Period. The Archchancellor, who regularly used the long gallery above like not telling people about self‑defence so that no‑one would ever attack them.Unseen University was used to eccentricity among the faculty. After all, humans derive their notions of what it means to be a normal human being by constant reference to the humans around them, and when those humans are other wizards the spiral can only

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There's going to be trouble over this, Susan told herself.
And then she thought: I'm on the back of a horse a hundred feet up in the air, being taken somewhere mysterious that's a bit like a a cold white wall. On her right, the Rim Ocean carried a pathway to the moon. There was no wind, or even a great sensation of speed ‑ just the land flashing by, and the long slow strides of Binky.
And then someone spilled gold on the night. Clouds parted in front of her and there, spread below, was Ankh‑Morpork ‑ a city containing more Peril than even Miss Butts could imagine.
Torchlight outlined a pattern of streets in which magic land with goblins and talking animals. There's only so much more trouble I could get into . . .Besides, is riding a flying horse against school rules? I bet it's not written down anywhere.Quirm vanished behind her, and the world opened up in a pattern of darkness and moonlight silver. A chequer‑board pattern of fields strobed by in the moonlight, with the occasional light of an isolated farm. Ragged clouds whipped past and away.Away on her left the Ramtop Mountains were

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woman in the dormitory the night Rebecca Snell put a tooth under the pillow. Susan had watched her come through the open window and stand by the bed. She looked a bit like a milkmaid and not at all frightening, even though she had walked throughwoolly thinking. She disliked woolly think­ing, which in any case was a major misdemeanour under the regime of Miss Butts.
It was not, otherwise, a particularly bad one. Miss Eulalie Butts and her colleague, Miss Delcross, had founded the college on the astonishing idea that, since gels had nothing much to do until someone married them, they may as well occupy themselves with learn­ing things.
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, while the next thoughts shuffled into position.
'You listen up good right now! You in the Watch, boy! It a job with opportunity!' said Detritus. 'I only been doin' it ten minute and already I get promoted! Also got education and training for a good job in Civilian Street!
'This your club with a nail in it. You will eat it. You will sleep on it! When Detritus say Jump, you say . . . what colour! We goin' to do this by the numbers! And I got lotsa numbers!'
'I never done nuffin.'
'You Coalface, you smarten up, you got a field-marshal's button in your knapsack!'
'Never took it, the leader of the pack had been rather like Carrot. Carrot fitted into the city in the same way he'd fitted into the high forests.
Dogs were brighter than wolves. Wolves didn't need intelligence. They had other things. But dogs . . . they'd been given intelligence by humans. Whether they wanted it or not. They were certainly more vicious than wolves. They'd got that from humans, too.nuffin, neither.''You get down now and give me thirty-two! No! Make it sixty-four!'Sergeant Colon pinched the bridge of his nose. We're alive, he thought. A troll insulted a dwarf in front of a lot of other dwarfs. Coalface . . . I mean, Coalface, I mean, Detritus is Mr Clean by comparison . . . is free and now he's a guard. Carrot laid out Mayonnaise. Carrot's said we'll sort it all out by tomorrow, and it's dark already. But we're alive.Corporal Carrot is a crazy man.Hark at them dogs. Everyone's on edge, in this heat. Angua listened to the other dogs howling, and thought about wolves.She'd run with the pack a few times, and knew about wolves. These dogs weren't wolves. Wolves were peaceful creatures, on the whole, and fairly simple. Come to think of

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Below these, in the darkness, sat the troll and the dwarf.
'What we doing now?'
'We ought to leave it here and fetch Corporal Carrot. He'll know what to do.'
Detritus looked over his shoulder at the thing behind them.
'I don't like that,' Vimes sat on the edge of his bed while Angua bandaged his hand.
'Captain Quirke?' said Carrot. 'But he's . . . not a good choice.'
'Mayonnaise Quirke, we used to call him,' said Colon. 'He's a pillock.'
'Don't tell me,' said Angua. 'He's rich, thick and oily, yeshe said. 'It not right to leave it here.''Right. Yes, you're right. But you're a troll and I'm a dwarf. What do you think would happen if people saw us carrying that along the streets?''Big trouble.''Correct. Come on. Let's follow the footprints back out.''Supposing it gone when we come back?' said Detritus, lumbering to his feet.'How? And we're following the tracks out, so if whoever it was who put it there comes back, we'll run straight into them.''Oh, good. I glad you said that.'

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belonged to Hammerhock.'
'Doubt it, sir.'
'Me too. Come on. Let's go out through the back door.'
Carrot squeezed through.
'Mind your head, sir.'
Vimes, almost on his knees, stopped and stared at the doorframe.
'Well, corporal,' he said eventually, 'we know it wasn't a troll that did it, don't we? Two reasons. One, a troll couldn't get through this Vimes straightened up carefully.
'I don't like this, Carrot,' he said. 'There's something bad underneath all this.'
Carrot looked down.
'I mean, there are hidden things happening,' said Vimes, patientldoor, it's dwarf sized.''What's the other reason, sir?'Vimes carefully pulled something off a splinter on the low door lintel.'The other reason, Carrot, is that trolls don't have hair.'The couple of strands that had been caught in the grain of the beam were red and long. Someone had left them there inadvertently. Someone tall. Taller than a dwarf, anyway.Vimes peered at them. They looked more like threads than hair. Fine red threads. Oh, well. A clue was a clue.He carefully folded them up in a scrap of paper borrowed from Carrot's notebook, and handed them to the corporal.'Here. Keep this safe.'They crawled out into the night. There was a narrow, plank walkway attached to the walls, and beyond that was the river.