Discworld book 25 The Truth by Terry Pratchett Full Audiobook

Yeah, well, I don't think he'll say it. Yes, but I can't help it anyway if young people want to tell me things. I guess not, but anyway that's all for tonight. Sakari yawned. I'm going home. William got up so quickly. He skinned his knees at the desk I'll walk you there he said what a pity, it's almost A4 to 8 said Sarissa putting on her coat why are we still working because the press won't go to sleep William said as they went out to the Silent Street he wondered if Lord Anari had was right about the press there was something compelling about it it was like a dog that stared at you until you fed it a dog a bit dangerous the dog bites the man he thought but that's not news that's the old sarissa let him walk to the end of the street where she had him stopped, it'll embarrass grandpa if they see you with me, she said, I know it's stupid, but the neighbors, you know, and all this Guild stuff, I know, the beer hung heavy for a moment as it They looked at each other um I don't know how to say this said William knowing that sooner or later it had to be said but I must say that although you are a very attractive girl you are not my type she gave him the biggest look he had ever seen and then she said that It took a lot to say and I would like to thank you.

I just thought with you and me working together all the time no, I'm glad one of us said it, he said and softly. talk like that I bet you have the girls lining up until tomorrow he saw her walking down the street towards her house after a few seconds a lamp came on in an upper window as she ran very fast she was late enough for her accommodation for a look for Mrs. Arcanum, but not so late as to be excluded from the table for rudeness. Those who were seriously late had to dine at the kitchen table.

Tonight it was Curry and one of the strange things about eating at Mrs. Arcanum's was that there were more leftovers. than the original meals, that is, there were many more foods prepared according to tradition. As she considered the judiciously usable remains of previous meals, the stews bubbled and squeaked. Curry then there were foods in which these remains could have originated. The curry was particularly strange since Mrs. Arcanum considered the strange parts only marginally less indescribable than the private parts and therefore added the curious yellow curry powder with a very small spoon so that everyone would not suddenly tear off their clothes and they did strange things.

The main ingredients appear to be sandy, raisin-flavored rainwater and the remains of a cold lamb, although William could not remember when they had eaten the original lamb at any temperature, this was not a problem for the other guests. Mrs. Aranan served large portions and they were men who measured culinary achievements by the amount on the plate. It may not taste amazing, but you went to bed full and that's what mattered when discussing the day's news. Mr. Mauff had purchased the Inquirer and both additions of the time in his role as Keeper of the Fire of Communication.

There was general agreement that The Inquirer's news was more interesting, although Mrs. Arcanum ruled that the whole snake thing was not something for the table and that the papers should not be allowed to bother people like this. The reigns of the insects and so on, although totally confirmed. The vision that everyone had of distant lands, the old people thought that William forensically dissecting a sultana is lordship, it was not news, but the old people told the people what they believe they already know to be true, the request that was agreed upon was a clever request the meeting agreed that everyone was the same Mr.

Wind said that the city was a mess and that there should be some changes. Mr. Longshaft said that he could not speak for the city but, from what he had heard, the gem business had been very active lately. Mr. Windling said it was Okay, for some, Mr. Prone expressed the opinion that the watch couldn't find his butt with both hands. A phrase that almost gives you a place at the kitchen table to finish your meal. It was agreed that Veterinari had done well and the main call postponed to 8:45 p.m. should be scrapped. and was followed by plums disintegrated into liquid custard.

Mr. Prone received a little less plum as a tacit reprimand. William went up to his room early. He had adapted to Mrs. Arcanum's cooking, but nothing short of radical surgery would make him look like a brownie. He lay down on the strait. bed in the dark Mrs. Arcanum provided her with a weekly candle and between one thing and another she had forgotten to buy something extra and tried to think that Mr. Slant walked across the floor of the empty ballroom, his feet clicking on the wood in the one who took a position. the Candlelight circle with a slight tremor of nerves like a zombie he was always a little nervous about the fire he coughed well he said a chair that they didn't get the dog said Mr. slant in all other aspects I have to say they did a masterful job How bad Could it be if the watch found it as I understand it?

The dog in question is quite old. Said Mr. Leaning into the light of the candle. I have instructed Mr. PIN to look for you, but I don't think it will be easy for him. get access to the city's canine underground there are other werewolves here they aren't there yes said mr slan softly but they won't help there are very few of them and sergeant angra of the guard is very important in the werewolf community they won't help to strangers because she will discover it and keep an eye on them. I think she wouldn't bother with the watch.

He said leaning the dog is probably already in the stupidity of some dwarf said a chair there was General laughter if things go wrong said a chair that Do these men know? They know me. Mr. Slant said. He wouldn't make me unduly angry. Vimes works by the rules. I have always understood him as a violent and vicious man. He said a chair. And because this is what he knows it is, he always works by the rules in any case the unions will meet tomorrow who will be the new request said the president that will be a subject of careful discussion and a consideration of all shades of opinion said Mr. .Slant his voice could have oiled watches Mr.

Slant said a chair yes, don't try that with us it's going to be scrope, isn't it? Miss Scrope is certainly well regarded by many of the city's leading figures. She said the lawyer was good and the musty air was loud with unspoken conversations. It absolutely went without saying that many of the city's most powerful men owe their positions to Lord Vetinari and no one answered for sure, but for the type of men who seek power, gratitude has very poor maintenance qualities that the type of men who seek power tend to deal with. Things as they are,gently to the other and then the press had to be informed, he was waiting there now.

She worked hard, fed him and he was still just as hungry an hour later and out in the world all his work was heading to bin six. At Piss Harris's and that was just the beginning of his problems, suddenly he had a proper job with long hours and yet everything he did was as real as a sandcastle on a beach where the tide only rose. . I don't know, he admitted. I guess it's because I'm not good at anything else anymore. I can't imagine doing anything else. but I urge you to make your family have a lot of money Mr. good mountain I am useless I was raised to be useless what we are always supposed to do is stay there until there is a war and do something really stupid Brave and then they kill us what What I have done most is hold on to ideas, most of the time you don't get along with them, so look, I don't need to speak honestly about this, can you understand that my father is not a good man, so I have to make you a drawing? he doesn't like me very much and I don't like him very much if it comes to that he doesn't like anyone very much especially the dwarves and the trolls no law says you have to like the dwarves and the trolls he said good mountain yes but there should be a law against not liking them like he likes it ah now you've drawn me a picture maybe you've heard the term minor races and now you've colored it he won't even live in ankm pig says he's contaminated he's an observer of him I don't want to say oh I know what you mean said good mountain I have known humans like him you who said it was all about money you said William it is true the dwarf nodded towards the lead ingots stacked neatly by the press we wanted to turn lead into gold he said we had a lot of lead but we need gold William sighed, my father used to say that gold is everything, dwarfs think more or less.

The dwarf took another pinch of tobacco, but where people make mistakes is to see if a human being thinks about his gold. Well, he is a miser if a dwarf thinks. in gold he's just being a dwarf it's different what you call the black humans who live in your wonderland I know what my father calls them William said but I call them people who live in your Wonderland, right ? But I tell you that there is a tribe where before he can get married, a man has to kill a leopard and give the skin to the woman, just as a dwarf needs gold to get married, like a Dary, but I thought that the dwarves didn't differentiate between no, no, the two dwarfs got married, each bought the other dwarf from their parents, said William, how could you buy, people see a cultural misunderstanding once again, boy, it costs a lot of money to raise a young dwarf to make it manageable. age food clothes chain mail everything adds up over the years needs reimbursement after all the other dwarf is getting a valuable commodity and it has to be paid for in gold that's traditional all gems are fine too you must have heard our saying worth the money pity This was in Gold, of course, if a dwarf has been working for his parents, that is taken into account on the other side of the Ledger, why a dwarf who stopped marrying until the end of his life would probably be owes a considerable sum in salary. "You're still looking at me in that funny way, it's just that we don't do it like that," William muttered.

Good Mountain gave him a piercing look, didn't we? He actually said what do you wear in his place? So um gratitude, I guess William said. he wanted this conversation to stop now he himself was heading on thin ice and how do you calculate it? Well, it's not like that. Doesn't that cause problems sometimes? Ah well, we know about gratitude too, but our way means that the couple begins their new life in a state of gaka, new dwarves free and unfettered, so their parents might as well give them a big wedding gift much bigger than I give, but it is between dwarfs out of love and respect, not between debtor and creditor, although I have to say these human words.

They're not really the best way to describe it. It works for us. It worked for a thousand years. I guess for a human it sounds a little cold. William Good Mountain said. He gave her another studied look. You mean the comparison with the warm and wonderful way humans behave. His Affairs, he said you don't have to answer that anyway, Bodney and I want to open our minds together and we're expensive midgets, we know how to work with lead, so we thought a year or two of this would help us We're getting married , we mean good mountain, oh well, congratulations, said William, he knew enough not to comment on the fact that both dwarves look like little barbarian warriors with long beards.

All traditional dwarves look like this. Most dwarves are still called he as Well, even when they were getting married, it was generally assumed that somewhere underneath all that chain mail one of them was a woman and that they both knew which one she was, but all the The topic of sex was one that traditionally prudent dwarves might not discuss. out of modesty possibly because they were not very interested and probably because they understood that what two dwarfs decided to do together was their business the good man smiled don't worry too much about your father boy people change my grandmother I used to think that humans were a species of hairless bears, he no longer believes it.

Which made him change his mind. I think it was death that did him good. M stood up and patted William on the shoulder. Come on, let's finish the paper. We start the race as The boys wake up, breakfast was being prepared when William returned and Mrs. Arcanum was waiting, her mouth set in the firm line of someone following the trail of disrespectful behavior. I'll need an explanation for last night's adventure, she said, confronting him in the hallway, and a week's notice, please, William was too exhausted to lie. He wanted to see how much $70,000 weighed. He said that muscles were moving in various areas of the earth lady's face.

She knew Williams' background, she being the kind of woman who finds out about that kind of thing very quickly. and the spasms were a sign of some internal struggle based on the definite fact that $70,000 was a respectable sum. She may have been a little hasty, he ventured her. Did you find out how much money weighs? Yes, thanks. Would you like to keep the scale? a few days in case you want to use more, I think I'm done using Mrs. Arcan, but thanks anyway, breakfast has already started, Mr. Deward, but hey, maybe I can make concessions this time.

They also gave him a second boiled egg. This was a rare sign of favor the latest news has already been the subject of deep discussion I am frankly surprised said Mr Cartright I am surprised how they discover these things it certainly makes one wonder what is going on that they are not telling us said Mr Windling William listened during a while until he couldn't wait any longer something interesting in the newspaper asked innocently a woman on Klebber Street says that the elves have kidnapped a rund said Mr. Mauff holding the Inquirer The title was very clear on the subject the elves stole my husband who "It's made up," said William, "you can't say melu.

There's a lady's name and address right here. They wouldn't put that in the paper if they were lying. If William looked at the name and address. I know this lady," he said there. "So she was the one who the "Last month she said that her husband had been swept away by a large silver plate that fell from the sky," said William, who had a good memory for this sort of thing and almost put it in his bulletin on a lighter note, but he I had thought better of it and you, Mr. Prone, said that everyone knew that your husband had taken up with a lady named Flo who used to work as a waitress at Harga's House of Ribs.

Mrs. Arcanum gave William a penetrating look that said the whole issue of the nightly theft of kitchen linen could be reopened at any moment extra egg or no I'm not a fan of that kind of table talk she said coldly well then it's obvious said Mr. Cartright must have come back from a silver plate or Flo said William missed the word he was just asking said William oh I see they are revealing the name of the man who broke into the jewelry store the other day shame on him Duncan, poor fellow, a notorious criminal by the looks of it, said Mr.

Windling, and it's a wonder the watch doesn't arrest him, especially since he calls them every day, said William, anything for a hot meal and a bed to spend the night. night said William dunet Duncan confesses everything he sees original sin murders petty theft everything when he is desperate he tries to turn himself in for the reward and they should do something about it said Mrs. Arcanum I think they usually give him a cup of tea said William made a He paused and then ventured, Is there something in the other newspaper? Oh, they're still trying to say that Vetinari didn't know, said Mr.

Mauff, and the king of Lanka says that Lankan women don't give birth to snakes. Well, he'd say that, wouldn't he? He said Mrs Arcanum veto must have done something Mr Windling said, otherwise why would he do it? he will be assisting the guard with their investigations that is not the action of any innocent man IMHO the best way to describe Mr Windling would be like this you are in a meeting would you like to leave early so would everyone else there Really There's not much to discuss anyway and just when everyone can see every other matter looming on the horizon and are already organizing their papers carefully, a voice says can I raise a minor matter, Mr.

President, and with a horrible sound of wood in his stomach, he now knows that the evening will last twice as long and many references go back to the minutes of previous meetings; the man who just said that and is now sitting there with a smug smile of dedication to the committee process is the closest thing to Mr. hooking up makes no difference and something that distinguishes the gentlemen hookups of the universe is the term in my humble opinion. opinion that they believe adds weight to their statements rather than indicating that these are actually the petty little opinions of someone with the social graces of duckweed. "I think there is a lot of evidence that casts doubt on his guilt," said William, "really," Mr.

Windling said, making the word suggest that Williams' opinion was considerably more humble than his. "Anyway, I understand the guild leaders at our meeting today," sniffed, it's time for a change, frankly, we could use a ruler who is a little more receptive to the opinions of ordinary people. William looked at Mr. Longa, the dwarf, who was peacefully. cutting some toast for the soldiers maybe he hadn't realized maybe there was nothing to notice and William was being overly sensitive but years of listening to Lord D's opinions had given him a certain ear that told him when phrases like the opinions of the ordinary people, innocent and worthy in themselves were being used to mean that someone should be whipped, how do you mean he said the city is getting too big? said Mr Windling in the old days the doors were kept locked, they were not left open for everyone in Sury and people could leave their doors unlocked we had nothing worth stealing said Mr Cartrite, that's true, there are more money out there said Mr.

Prone, not everything stays here, although said Mr. Windling, that was true, at least sending money home was the main export activity of the city and the dwarves were Right at the beginning, William also knew that most of them came back because the dwarves bought the best dwarven craftsman and mostly the best dwarven craftsman worked in Ank Moro these days and they sent money home, a tide of gold coins receded and I went out and rarely had the chance to cool me down, but it upsets the curves of the city. Mr. Longshaft silently took the boiled egg from him and inserted it into an egg cup.

There are too many people in the city. Mr. Windling repeated. I have nothing against outsiders. Heaven. He knows it, but the vet let him go too far. Everyone knows we need someone who is prepared to be a little firmer. A metallic noise was heard. Mr. Longshaft, still staring at his egg, had bent down and pulled out a small but impressively axe-like axe. His pouch watched the egg carefully as if it were about to escape, he slowly leaned back, paused for a moment and then swung the blade in a silver arc, the top of the egg flew away with barely a sound and spun in the air. air several feet.

Mr. Longshaft nodded to himself and then looked at the Frozen Expressions. Sorry, he said he wasn't listening. At that moment, as Sarissa would have said, the meeting ended. William bought his. copy of The Inquirer on the way to gleam Street and someone who wasn't writing this stuff for the first time was better than him and he was sure he had once wondered if he should make up a few innocent paragraphs when there wasn't much to do. happening in the city and he discovered that it was much more difficult than it seemed, no matter how hard he tried, he continued to let common sense and intelligence take over, in addition to telling lies it was wrong, he noted sadly that they had used a story of a dog that talked, and one that hadn't heard beforeI would have seen a strange figure flying over the roofs of an invisible University at night, half man, half moth, half invented and half invented.

The most likely question was whether The Breakfast Table jury had anything to do with that denial. Stories like this only proved to be true after all, no one would bother denying something if it didn't exist. I would take a shortcut through the stables on Creek Alley as if the glow of Street Creek Alley were there to mark the back of the places. This part of the city had no real existence other than as a place to pass through to somewhere more interesting. The dull street was made up of tall-windowed warehouses and crumbling sheds and, significantly, Hopson's stable.

It was huge, especially since Hobson had realized that he could go into several stories. Willie Hobson was another businessman in the mold of the King of the Golden River. He found a niche for it and opened it up so widely that a lot of money was invested. Many people in the city needed a horse from time to time and almost no one had one. a place to park you needed a stable you needed a stable boy you needed a barn but to rent a horse to Willie you only needed a few dollars a lot of people had their own horses there too people came and went all the time the crooked legs The little look-alike men The goblins who ran the place never bothered to stop anyone unless it looked like they had hidden a horse behind that person.

William looked around when a voice from the Shadow of the loose boxes said: Excuse me, friend, you came into the Shadows a few minutes ago. The horses were watching him in the distance, around him, other horses were moving, people were shouting, there was a general bustle in the stables, but the voice had come out of a small puddle of ominous silence, I still have two months left until my last bill, he said to the darkness. and I can say that Cutlery's free canteen appears to be made of an alloy of lead and horse dung I'm not a thief friend said the Shadows who's there do you know what's good for you eh yeah healthy? exercise regular meals a good night's sleep William stared at the long rows of loose boxes I think what you wanted to ask is do I know what is bad for me in the general context of blunt instruments and sharp edges?

Yes, generally speaking, yes, no, don't move, sir. You stay where I can see you and no arm will come to you William analyzed this, yes, but if I stay where you can't see me, I don't see how any harm could happen to me there or something sighed, look, meet me halfway. No, don't move, but you just said to stay still and shut up and listen, are you okay? I'm hearing there's a certain dog that people are looking for, said the mysterious voice, oh yes, the watch wants it, yes, and William thought he could only make out a slightly darker shape, more importantly, he could smell a scent. even over the general background smell of the horses Ron said do I sound like Ron said the voice not exactly so who am I talking to can you call me deep to the bone?

Bone, there's something wrong with that, I guess not, what can I do for you, Mr. Bone? Assuming someone knew where the little dog was but didn't want to get involved with the clock, said Deep Bone's voice, why not, say, the clock it could be? problems for a certain type of person, eh, that's one reason, okay, and let's say there are people around who would rather the little dog didn't say what he knew, should we not watch the clock enough? They are very indifferent to dogs. look, oh yeah, the clock thinks a dog has no human rights at all, that's another reason, is there a third reason?

Yeah, I read in the paper that there's a reward, uh, yeah, it was just printed wrong because it said $25 instead of $100. Look, oh. I see, but $100 is a lot of money for a dog, Mr. Bone, not for this dog, if you know what I mean, said the Shadows, this dog has a story, oh yeah, it's the famous talking dog one more pig, are they dogs with deep boned growls? I can't speak, everyone knows that, but there are some that can understand dog language, if you know what I mean, werewolves, you mean, they could be people with that kind of kidney, yes, but the only werewolf I know is in the clock, William said, so you're just saying. for him to pay you $100 so he could deliver waffles to the watch that would be a feather in your cap with old vibes wouldn't you say deep bone but you said you didn't trust the watch Mr. bone?

I hear what people say you know the deep bones were silent for a while then okay the dog and an interpreter $150 and the story this dog could tell is about events in the palace a few mornings ago could be could very well could be could be exactly the guy I'm talking about I want to see who I'm talking to he said William can't do that oh well said William that's reassuring I'm going to go get $150, should I bring it back to this place and give them to them? to you just like that, good idea, not a chance, oh, so you don't trust me, huh, he said, deep, that's right, uh, assuming I told you a little bit of free news information for Free and nothing, a bit of Lolly.

Taste style of things, he continues, it wasn't V Inari who stabbed the other man, it was another man. William wrote this and then looked at it exactly how useful this is. He said it's good news that almost no one knows. There's not much to know, no description? He has a dog bite on his ankle. He said a deep bone will make it easy to find on the street. Isn't that what you expect me to do? He tries a small surreptitious pants lifting deep bones. He sounded hurt, it's news from Kosha, I mean, it would worry certain people if you put that in your newspaper.

Yes, they would be worried that I had gone crazy. You have to tell me something better than that. Can you give me a description? He was silent for a moment and when the voice spoke again he sounded unsure, you mean how he looked, he said well, yeah, ah, well, it doesn't work like that with dogs. Look, what the average dog basically does is look up. People are mostly just a wall with a couple of nostril holes on top is my point, it's not much help, then William said, sorry we can't do BU, how does it smell now, that's Another thing, the deep bone voice said hurriedly, okay, tell me what it smells like.

Do I see a pile of cash in front of me? I don't think about it very well, Mr. Bone. I'm not even going to think about raising that kind of money until I have some proof that you actually know something. said the voice of Shadows after a while, you know there's a committee to deselect the patrici, now that's news, what's new that people have been conspiring to get rid of him for years? There was another pause, you know, he said deep bone, it will save a lot of trouble if you just gave me the money and I told you everything until now you haven't told me anything tell me everything then I will pay you if it's true oh yes pull one of the others has bells so it seems We can't do business said William putting his notebook away wait wait this will do you asked vimes what the vet did just before the attack why what did he do see if you can find out that's not much to go on there was no answer William He thought he heard a shuffling noise.

Hello, he waited a moment and then, very carefully, he moved forward into the gloom. Some horses turned to look at him. From an invisible informant. There was no sign. Many thoughts took up space in his mind as he walked out. in the light of day, but surprisingly it was a small and theoretically unimportant one that kept oozing from the center of the stage what kind of expression was it pull one of the others it has bells now pull the other one it has bells had heard of it emerged from the days of a more conceited ruler than usual in Ank Mok who had ritually tortured all the Moris Daners, but one of the others had the feeling that then he beat him to the bone he must be a foreigner, it made sense, it was like the way in which Otto spoke Moran perfectly well, but he did not master the colloquialisms.

He took note of this. He smelled the smoke at the same time he heard the sound of the Golem's feet. Four clay people passed by him with a thud, carrying a long ladder without thinking. He was left behind automatically turning to a new page in his notebook. Fire was always the terror in those parts of the city where wood and fch predominated, that was why everyone had been so against any form of reasoning from the firefighters with a impeccable logic and moror. that any group of men paid to put out fires would naturally see to it that there was an abundant supply of fires to put out.

The Golems were different, they were patient, hard-working, intensely logical, virtually indestructible, and volunteered. Everyone knew that Golems couldn't hurt. There was some mystery about how Golem's fiber grade had been formed. Some said the idea had come from the clock, but the widespread theory was that Golem simply would not allow people and property to be destroyed with grisly discipline and no apparent communication. converge on a fire from all sides rescue trapped people safely and carefully stack all portable goods form a chain of cubes along which the cubes move to blur trample every last ember and then rush to returning to their abandoned tasks these four were rushing towards a fire on Triel Mine Road tongues of fire were coming out of the first floor rooms you are from a newspaper said a man in the crowd yes said William well I think this is another case of mysterious combustion spontaneous just as you reported yesterday NE craned his neck to see if William was writing this William groaned sarissa had reported a fire in Lobin Clout in which a poor soul had died and had left it at that, but the Inquirer had called it my fire.

I'm not sure it was very mysterious, said the old gentleman. hardy decided to light a cigarette and forgot that he was bathing his feet in turpentine apparently someone had told him that this was a cure for athlete's foot and but in a way they were right ask what they say the man said tapping his nose but there is a There are many things they don't tell us, that's true, William said. I heard the other day that giant rocks hundreds of miles wide crash into the countryside every week, but some patrician shuts it up there and then you say, man, it's unbelievable the way they treat us. as if we were stupid yes, it's a puzzle for me too said William gang gang please Otto pushed his way through the spectators who were struggling under the weight of a device the general size and shape of an accordion, elbowing his way until he reached the In front of the crowd he balanced the device on its tripod and pointed it at a Golem that was coming out of a smoking window holding a small child, okay guys this is the big fun he said and held up the flash cage one, two , three, the vampire turned into a cloud of dust that gently settled to At one moment, something floated in the air, looking like a small vial tied to a necklace made of thread, then fell and crashed onto the cobblestones, the dust that had formed like a mushroom took shape and Otto stood blinking and running his hands over it to check it was there.

There he saw William and gave him the kind of wide smile that only a vampire could give him Mr. Willam, it works, the idea of ​​him, who said William? A thin column of yellow smoke rose from under the lid of the large iconograph. you said carry a little emergency drop word of Beav said Otto Z I thought if it's in a little bottle around my neck then if I crumble into dust it will crash and break and here I am, he held up the LI, the iconographer and waved the smoke to move away, a sound was heard. of a very slight cough from within and, if I'm not mistaken, we have a well-sorted picture, all of which only goes to show what we can achieve when our brains are not clouded by thoughts of open windows and bare necks that never cross my mind at all. all these days because I'm completely btotal Ood made changes to his clothing and the traditional black evening dress preferred by his species was gone to be replaced by an armless vest that contained more pockets than William had ever seen in a single garment, many of them were stuffed. with food packages for imps, additional paint, mysterious tools and other essential elements of the iconographers' art in deference to tradition, although Otto had made it black with a red silk lining and added taals by asking polite questions of a family who watched disconsolately as the smoke from the fire turned to steam William discovered that the fire had been mysteriously caused by mysterious spontaneous combustion in a mysterious overflowing frying pan full of boiling fat William left them to rummage through the blackened remains of his house and it's just a story, he said putting away the notebook.

It makes me feel a bit of a vampire oh I'm sorry, it's okay said Otto, I understand and I would like to thank you for giving me this job, it means a lot to me, especially because I can see how nervous you are, Iwhich is understandable. "Of course I'm not nervous, I feel very comfortable with other species," William said hotly. Otto's expression was friendly but also as piercing as a vampire's smile can be. Yes, I notice how careful you are to be friendly to dwarves. And you are kind to me too, it is a great effort, which is very praiseworthy.

William opened his mouth to protest and gave up. Okay, look, that's how I was raised. Okay, my father was definitely very pro-humanity. Well, not humanity. in the sense that it was more like he was against it, yeah, I get it and that's it, okay, we can all decide who we're going to be, yeah, sure, and if you want some advice on instant messaging, you can. I just have to ask why I should want advice about women V oh no, no, no, not at all, Otto said innocently, anyway, you're a vampire, what advice could a vampire give me about women, oh, OMG, wake up and smell the garlic?

There are stories I could tell you with a pause, but I won't because I don't do that kind of thing anymore now that I've seen the light of day. He nudged William, who was R, sheepishly, let's just say they don't always shout, that is. A bit of bad taste, right? Oh, that was in the old days, Otto said hastily. Now I like nothing more than a good cup of Coco and a good song around the harmonium. I assure you, oh yes, my bir entering the office to write. The story turned out to be a problem, in fact, it was starting to shine.

Otto Street caught William as he stood up and took a good look. I guess we asked for it. He yelled $25 is a lot of money. What William shouted. I said $25 is a lot. of money William what several people pushed past him were carrying dogs, everyone on Gleam Street was carrying a dog or leading a dog or being dragged by a dog or being attacked despite the owner's best efforts by a dog that belonged to another person. The barking had already gone beyond mere sounds and was now some kind of perceptible Force hitting the eardrums like a hurricane made of scrap metal.

William pushed the vampire towards a door where the noise was simply unbearable. Can't you do something, he shouted, otherwise we will never get through. like V, well you know all those sons of the night business, but he said Otto looked glamorous, that's really very stereotypical. Do you know why you don't ask me to turn into a bat? I told you I don't do those things. You don't have a better idea a few meters away a rotweiler was doing its best to eat a spaniel oh, very good Otto waved his hands vaguely. The barking stopped instantly and then all the dogs sat hunched and howling, not a great improvement, but at least they're not fighting, said William, hurrying forward, oh well, sorry, put me down when you pass, said Otto, I'll have a very embarrassing five minutes explaining this in next meeting you understand I know it's not an unpleasant object, but I mean one.

They should have worried about the looks of the thing, they climbed over a rotted fence and entered the shed through the back door. People and dogs were crowding through the other door and were only held back in Bay by a barricade of desks and also by Sarissa who was watching. harassed as she faced a sea of ​​faces and muscles William could barely make out her voice above the D no, that's a poodle, it doesn't look anything like the dog we're looking for, no, it doesn't, how do I know? , because it's a cat. okay then why does he wash himself no sorry dogs don't do that no ma'am that's a bulldog no that's not no sir I know it's not because he's a parrot that's why you've taught him to bark and dog painted on the side but he's still a parrot sacharissa took the hair out of her eyes and saw William well now who's been a smart guy said who's a smart guy said do how many more are there hundreds I'm afraid, well I just had the most unpleasant half hour That's a chicken, that's a chicken, stupid woman, you just laid an egg of my life and I would like to thank you very much, you will never guess what happened, no, that's a schn. viter and you know what William said William a whole bun offered a reward at ank morok can you believe they were queuing three people long when I got here?

I mean, what kind of idiot would do a thing like that? I mean, a man had a cow. a cow I had a big argument about animal physiology before Rocky hit him on the head the poor trolls that are out there now trying to keep order there are ferrets out there look I'm sorry, I wonder if we can be of any help they turned on the speaker A priest dressed in the unadorned, unflattering black habit of the Omnian, had a wide-brimmed flat hat, the Omnian tortoise symbol around his neck, and an expression of almost terminal benevolence.

I am a brother upon whom angels dance. Pin said the priest stepping aside to reveal a mountain dressed in black and this is Sister Jennifer who is under a vow of silence, they stared at Sister Jennifer's appearance as the pin was still on, that means she doesn't speak at all Under no circumstances, oh dear, said Sarissa weakly, one of the sisters. Jennifer's eyes were rolling in a face that was like a brick wall, yeah, and we happened to be in Ank Morpork as part of Bishop Horn's Animal Ministry and we heard that you were looking for a little dog that's in trouble, she said Brother Pin, I can .

Look, you're a little overwhelmed, welcome and maybe we can help, it would be our duty, the dogs, a little Terrier, said Sarissa, but you'd be surprised what people bring, dear me, said Brother Pin, but Sister Jennifer is very good at this. something like that sister Jennifer headed to the reception a lucky man picked up what was clearly a badger hey SP a sister Jennifer slammed her fist into a man's head William winced in pain sister's order Jennifer believes in love hard said Brother place a small correction at the right time can prevent a lost soul from taking the wrong path what order does she belong to please said Otto as the lost soul carrying his Badger staggered on his legs trying to take several roads at the same time.

Brother Pin smiled wetly at the little flowers of Perpetual Annoyance, he said, I hadn't really heard of this one, very extensive, well, I must go and see if the imps have done their job properly, certainly the crowd was thinning rapidly Under the stress of watching Sister Jennifer advance, especially that segment that had brought dogs that purred or ate sunflower seeds, many of those who had brought naturally-living dogs seemed nervous and a feeling of unease washed over William. He knew that some sections of the Omnian church still believed that the way to send a soul to heaven was to give the body hell and Sister Jennifer couldn't be blamed for her appearance or even the size of her hands and even if the backs of said hands was quite hairy, well that was the sort of thing that happened in the rural districts, what exactly is it?

What is she doing? He said there were howls and screams in the queue as they grabbed the dogs, glared at them and pushed them back with more than minimal force. Like I said, we're trying to find the little dog, Brother said, it may be necessary to minister to him, but that's all. Terrier there looks a lot like the picture said sarissa and she just ignored it sister Jennifer is very sensitive in these matters said Brother pin oh well this is not going to fill the next edition said sarissa returning to her desk I hope it helps if you could print on color said William when he was left alone with Brother Pin probably said Reverend Brother it was some kind of grayish brown William knew then that he was dead it was only a matter of time you know what color you are looking for he said quietly, keep ordering the words, the writer boy said Brother, pin for his ears, only he opened the jacket of his frock coat enough for William to see the variety of cutlery sheathed there and closed it again, this is nothing to see. do it with you, okay, scream and someone dies, try to be a hero and someone dies, make any kind of sudden move and someone dies, in fact, we might as well kill someone anyway and save some time, hey, you know those things about the pen. be more powerful than the sword yes said William riding wants to try no William saw the good mountain that was looking at him what is that dwarf doing said Brother pin is putting on type sir said William was always wise to be polite with white weapons tell him to keep going said pin um if you could keep going mister good mountain said William raising his voice above the grunts and shouts everything is fine good mountain nodded and turned his back to him, he raised a hand theatrically and then began to write William I looked at him it was better than a cior as the hand moved from box to box he is space a space fa w e w w is in the box next to K yes in fact said William pin looked at him yes in fact what I uh was just nerves said William I am always nervous in the presence of Swords pin looked at the Dwarves they all had their backs to him good manion's hand moved again moving letter after letter from his armed nest question mark space c FF space by space yes something is wrong with your throat he said Mr. pin then William coughed just because of nerves again sir, okay, space will have room for oh no William muttered, where is that dwarf going?

He said he reached into his coat just to sell, sir, to look for some ink. Why does it seem like he has a lot of ink here? Now, um, the white ink, sir, for the spaces and half the O's. William leaned toward Mr. Pin and winced when the hand reached inside his jacket again. Look, dwarves are also armed with axes and get excited very easily. I'm the only person near you who doesn't have a gun, please, I don't want to die yet, just do what you came to do and leave, that was a very good impression of a coward AB, he thought because he was looking for the pin guy.

He looked away, How are we doing, Sister Jennifer? He said Sister Jennifer picked up a fighting sack, she got all the Terriers, he said. Brother Pin shook his head sharply, got all the inmates, sister Jennifer striated in a much higher register and there is in Watchman at the end of the street out of the corner of his eye William saw Sarissa sit up straight suddenly death was certainly somewhere in there. place on the agenda now Otto was casually walking up the basement steps one of his boxes of iconography was hanging from his shoulder he nodded to William behind him sacharissa was pushing her chair back in front of his good mountain type briefcase he was feverishly putting away hiding space his space eyes Mr.

Pin turned to William what do you mean white ink for spaces? Sarissa seemed angry and determined like Mrs. Arcanum after an unexpected comment the vampire He raised his box William saw the helmet on top full of land eels Uber valan Mr. Pin threw back his coat William jumped towards the advancing girl Rising into the air Like a frog through a test, the dwarves began to jump the low barrier to the prince's room with axes in their hands and the bull said otter time stopped William felt the universe bend the little globe of walls and seeds that peeled off like the skin of an orange leaving a swift, icy darkness filled with ice needles there were voices cut off random syllables of sound and he gained the sensation he had felt before that his body was as thin and insubstantial as a shadow, then he landed On top of Sakaro, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both behind the welcoming barrier of the desks, the dogs howling, the people cursing, the dwarves screaming.

The crushed William remained still until the Thunder died down, replaced by moans and curses. The curse words were a positive indication that they were curse words from a dwarf and meant that the curser was not only alive but also angry. He raised his head carefully. The back door was open. There was no line and no dogs. There was the sound of running footsteps and Furious barking in the street. The back door moved on its hinges. William was aware of Sarissa's pneumatic warmth in his arms. This was an experience of the kind that in a life dedicated to tidying up. the words in a nice order that he had not dreamed of, he had obviously dreamed that his internal editor corrected him, he better did what was expected, it would have come his way.

I'm so sorry, he said it was technically a white lie, the editor said how to thank your aunt for the precious scarves okay, okay he carefully moved away and stood up unsteadily the dwarves were also staggering one or two of them were loudly dizzy Otto's body screamed crumpled on the floor Brother's pin leaving had reached an expert cut at the neck before leaving oh my God, said William, what a terrible thing happened, they cut off your head said Bodney, who had never liked the vampire, yeah, I hope you can say that we should do something for him, really, yeah, he sure would have killed me if I hadn't used those eels.

Excuse me,Excuse me, please, the voice that sang the song came from under the printing bench. Good mountain knelt oh no, she said what is. William said, it's uh, well, it's an apology, please, could someone get me out of here? Good Mountain, grimacing, pushed his hand into the darkness as the voice continued oh kis, there's a dead rat under here, someone must have dropped his lunch, what a sword, no sir. ear please don't ear by the hair please the hand came out holding Otto's head by the hair as he asked the eyes rolled all right said the vampire that was a shaved g are you okay Otto said William realizing this was an entrance winner in the really stupid things to say what contest, oh yeah, yeah, I think so, Mason stirs pretty well, done, it's just that it looks like my head has been cut off, which you could say is a slight inconvenience, That's not Otto said, Sarissa, she was shaking.

Of course it's called William, I mean who else could Otto be taller than that? Sakara said and started laughing. The dwarves also started laughing because at that moment they would laugh at anything. Otto didn't join in with much enthusiasm. Oh yes, ho ho ho. said the famous ank Moro sense of humor what a funny joke to talk about laughing don't listen to me sarissa was out of breath William grabbed her as gently as he could because that was the kind of laugh you died for and now she was crying her heart out sobs bubbling between the laughter I wish I was dead she sobbed you should TR at some point said Otto Mr.

Well mtin take me to my body please it's around here somewhere you should be you have to SW well Manion didn't try it, it doesn't heal easily Otto said ah, there it is, if you could leave me by my side, please turn around, this is a bit, you know, embarrassing, like Z's creation, still wincing from the after effects of the light dark, the dwarves obeyed after a moment, they listened, okay. You can see now Otto, all in one piece, was sitting and wiping his neck with a handkerchief. There has to be a stake through the heart, so he said while St.

So what was that all about? Please, said the dwarf to distract us. I didn't know you Ed, the dark light broke, good mountain, sorry, all he already had were the land eels and you said it seemed urgent, what did you expect him to do? I'm reformed, that's bad luck, those things said that a dwarf William had come to meet his dream oh yeah and Zin, well, I'm the one who'll have to wash his neck. Otto William did his best to comfort Sarissa, who was still shaking, who they were, he said, I'm not sure, but they certainly wanted to.

Lord vetark dog, I'm sure she wasn't a proper virgin, you know, Sister Jennifer certainly looked very strange, it was the most William was going to concede, Sarissa snorted, oh no, I was taught worse things than her at school. , said sister credenza could bite. through a door, no, it was the language, I'm sure it's a bad word, she certainly used it as such. I mean, you could tell it was a bad word and that priest had a knife behind them. Otto was in trouble, you use it to take pictures, he said, good mountains, yes, several of the dwarfs slapped their half-turned thighs and did the usual little pantomime that people do to indicate that they simply can't believe that someone else could be so stupid you know it's dangerous he said good mountains It's called mere superstition, the only thing that possibly happens is that a subject's own morphic signature aligns the resonances or particles of things in a phas space according to temporal relevance.

Theory that creates the effect of multiple directionless windows that intersect with the illusion of the present to create metaphorical images. according to the dictates of crai's historical extrapolation, you don't see anything mysterious at all, it certainly scared those people, said William, it was the AES that did that, good mountain said firmly, no, it was a feeling that the The top of your head had split open and icicles had been hit in your brain, said William, Good Mountain blinked. Yes, that's okay, too. He said, wiping his forehead. You got away with the words quite well. A shadow appeared at the door.

Good Mountain grabbed his hand. ax William moaned it was vimes worse he was smiling in a humorous and predatory way ah sir, the word he said as he entered, there are several thousand dogs stampeding through the city right now, this is an interesting fact, isn't it? He leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette. Well, I say dogs, he said, lighting a match. in the hull of Good Mountain, mostly dogs, maybe I should say some cats, more cats now, in fact, because there's nothing like a yes, a tide of fighting, biting dogs and owls to come out and I say it gives to a city a certain hustle and bustle, especially underfoot.

Why did I mention it? They are also very nervous dogs. Oh, and did I mention the cattle? He spoke in conversation, you know what market day is like, etc., people drive the cows and, my God, around the corner appears a wall of crying dogs. Oh, and I forgot about the sheep and the chickens, although I imagine there isn't much left for the chickens anymore. Now he said to William. Whatever you feel like you want to tell me, he said, uh, we had a little problem, never tell the dogs. scared when mr sh took a photo of them said william this was absolutely true the dark light was quite scary even if you knew what was happening vimes looked at otto who was looking miserably at his feet well now he said vies should i tell you something they are choosing? a new patrici today what did William say I don't know said fimes sarissa blew his nose and said it will be mr scrope of the shoemakers and leather workers fimes gave William a suspicious look how do you know he said everyone knows said sarissa?

That's what the young man at the bakery said this morning Oh, where would we be without rumors? said FES so this is not a day Mr. dward for things to go wrong my men are talking to some of the people who brought dogs, not many of them I have to admit most of them don't want to talk to the clock. I can't understand why we are such good listeners now. Is there something you want to tell me? Bmes looked around the room and back to William, everyone looking at you. notice the times you don't need any help from the clock said william elpin wasn't what i had in mind we haven't done anything wrong that i'll decide well that's an interesting point of view vimes looked down william had taken his notebook out of his pocket oh he said ya I see he went to his own belt and took out a piece of dark, dull wood you know what this is he said it's a stump said William a big stick is always the last resort uh he said vibrations evenly Rosewood and clamor Silver a beautiful work and it says on this little plate here that I'm supposed to keep the peace and you, Mr.

Deward, don't seem part of it right now, they looked into each other's eyes, what was the strange thing that Lord Veari did just before? "The accident," William said so quietly that probably only Vimes heard it. Vimes didn't even blink, but after a moment he put the ditch down on the desk with a click that sounded abnormally loud in the silence. "Now put down your notebook, boy." , He suggested. a calm voice that way it's just you and me, no Clash of symbols this time William could see where the path of wisdom was, he put the book on the ground, vimes said and now you and I are going to go to the corner of there while your friends sort out amazing, isn't it how much furniture can be broken just by taking a photo?

He went and sat in an upturned washtub. William settled for a rocking horse, okay sir, the word we'll do this your way, Vimes said. I didn't know he had a way, you're not going to tell me what you know, it's you, I'm not sure what I know, said William, but I think Lord Vetinari did something notable not long before the criminals took out the notebook itself. he. and he leafed through it he entered the palace through The Stables sometime before 7:00 and dismissed the guard he said he had been out all night bmes He shrugged his shoulders your honor comes and goes the guards don't ask him where why they have been Speaking to You, William, he was prepared for the question, he simply did not have an answer, but the palace guards, as far as he had known them, were men chosen not by their imagination or their flare, but by a kind of obstructive loyalty that did not they seemed. a potential deep bone I don't think so he said oh you don't believe it, wait, wait, deep bone he claimed to know that the dog makes waffles and a dog should know if his master was acting strange.

The dogs liked routine. I think it's very. "It's unusual for his lordship to be outside the palace at the time," William said carefully, "it's not part of the routine to stare at Clark and try to run away with a very heavy sack of cash." He said yes, we realized that too, we are not stupid. It just looks stupid, oh, and the guard said he smelled liquor on his lordship's breath. Baby? Isn't that how you'd figure it out? He has a drinks cabinet in his office. B smiled. What he knows is that he likes other people to drink, but all that could mean. was that he was working up the courage to get William to start and stop, no, that's not vet, not that kind, no, it's not called FES, he sat back, maybe you'd better think about it again, Mr.

Dward, maybe you can find someone to help you think. Rather, something in his manner suggested that the informal part of the discussion was really over. Do you know much about Mr. Scrope? said William Tuttle scrope son of old tusk scrope president of the shoemakers and leather workers guild for the past seven years said fimes family Man, an old store established in Wixon's Alley, that's all, sir, the word, that's all that the clock knows about Mr. Scrope. He understands that he wouldn't like to know about some of the people we know a lot about. Ah Williams frowning, but there isn't a shoe store in Wixon's Alley I never mentioned shoes, in fact the only store that is even remotely connected to Lea is the one that says vimes but that sells comes under the heading of leather work, said vimes collecting his Train, well, yes, and rubber work, feathers and whips. "and the Jiggly things," said William, blushing, "but I've never been there, though I think Corporal Knobs gets the catalog from him," said Vimes.

I don't think there's a Jiggly thingy makers guild, so it's an interesting idea anyway. Mr. Scrope is very kind, legal. The word nice old family atmosphere, I get it, makes buying this and that and the little things from Jiggly as nice as half a pound of rbgs. I do not doubt it, and what the rumor tells me is that the first thing the kind Mr. Scrope will do is forgive Lord V. Inari, how without proof, how kind, he said fies with horrible joy, a good start to his mandate , eh, clean sheet, new beginning, no point in accumulating unpleasantness, everything trapped, overworked, tied to a crack, didn't get enough fresh air, etc., etc.

It can be stored somewhere nice and quiet and we can stop worrying about this miserable old business. It's a bit of a relief, huh, but you know he didn't do it. I said vimes, this is an official trunion of the position, Mr. Dward. If it were a club with a nail in it, this would be a different city. I'm leaving now you've been thinking, tell me, maybe you should think a little more. William watched him go. Sarissa had composed herself perhaps because she hadn't. One was already trying to console her. What are we going to do now?

She said I don't know, get a newspaper. I guess that's our job, but what if those men come back? I do not think they do. This place is being watched. Now Sarissa started picking up papers from the floor. I guess I'll feel better if I do something that's the spirit. If you can give me a few paragraphs about that fire. Otto got a decent photo. William said. It is not like this? Otto, oh yes. one is fine, but the vampire was looking at his iconography, he was broken, oh, I'm so sorry, said William, I have another side, you know, I thought it would be easy in a big city, he said, I thought it would be civilized, they told me.

The mobs did not come after you with pitchforks to the big city like they do in the Shiites. I mean, I try, God knows, I try three months, 4 days, 7 hours in the car. She left everything, even the pale ladies in the velvet pants. worn on the outside in the sexy black lace dresses and those tiny high-heeled boots you already know that were orange. I don't mind telling you he shook his head miserably and stared at his ruined shirt and all that broke and now my best the shirt is covered in blood covered V red rich red blood dark blood the blood covered V Z blad Z fast blood said sarissa pushing to William Mr.

Good Mion, you take her arms she waved to the dwarves I was ready for this two of you hold her sleepy legs there is a big blood first in my desk drawer let me walk in the sun leaving not in vain Otto cred oh Gods His eyes are glowing red, said William, what will we do? "We could try to cut off his head again," said Bodney, "it was a very poor joke." bodney Sakara cracked a joke I was smiling Otto raised the dwarves who were cursing hanging on his spouse under the storm and Terrible night we will continue the fight he is strong as an ox he said good mountainWait, maybe it would help if we joined together, Sarissa said.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a thin blue pamphlet. I picked this up this morning from the mission on Abattoir Lane. It's her songbook and she started to smell it again. It's so sad it's called Walking in the Sun and that's how you want us to have a sing the song, Good Mountain said as Otto, who was struggling, lifted him off the ground just to give him moral support. Sarissa wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, you can see that she is trying to fight it and she gave her life for us, yes, but then she picked it up.

William bent down and took some of the remains of Otto's iconographer that the imp had escaped, but the image he had painted was barely visible, perhaps he had proven it was no good, since a man who called himself Brother pinned his face. just a white speck in the glow of light that humans couldn't see, but the Shadows behind him looked closer, oh my God, the Shadows behind him were alive, he was pulling. Brother Pin and Sister Tulip slipped and slid through the icy drops behind them. The whistles were blowing in the MC, come on, pin shouted, these are in sacks. heavy, now whistles could also be heard on the side.

Mr. Pin was not used to this. Watchman shouldn't be excited or organized, Watchmen had chased him before when plans hadn't quite worked out, it was his job to give up. In the second corner, out of breath, he felt quite angry that the Rangers were doing wrong. He was aware of an open space to one side of him filled with swirling wet flakes. Below him there was a slow sucking noise, like very poor digestion. this is a bridge put them in the river he ordered I thought we wanted to find them nevermind get rid of them all right now end of problem sister tulip grunted a response and skidded to a stop on the parapet the two whining, barking sacks He went straight on, made that sound like a Splash for you, said sister tulip looking across the street, who cares, now run.

Mr. Pin shuddered as he sped up, he didn't know what had been done to him back there, but he felt like he had walked over his own grave, he felt like he had something more than Watchmen behind him, he sped up in a reluctant but wonderful harmony because no one could sing like a bunch of midgets, even if the song was "May I suck of water pure" under other circumstances. It would have been as likely as the cows singing, let me be covered in enthusiastic sauce. The dwarves seemed to be calming Otto down, aside from the horrible black emergency blut.

The first one had finally been produced for a vampire. This was the equivalent of a cardboard cigarette for a terminal nicotine addict. But at least it was something he could sink his teeth into when William finally looked away from him from the horror of the Shadows. Sarissa was wiping Otto's forehead. Oh, once again, I'm so embarrassed, where can I lay my head? That's how William picked up the photo. Otto, what is this in the shadows? There were mouths screaming in the shadows. Their eyes were wide open. They didn't move as you watched them. But if you looked at the photo a second time you had the feeling that they weren't exactly in the same place.

Otto shuddered. Oh, I, the ears he had, he said and oh, they breathe horribly Sharissa, looking away from the tortured shadows. I feel so miserable, said Otto, obviously, they were too strong, tell us Otto, well, the iconographer doesn't lie, you've heard this, of course you have. well, under a strong dark light, the image really does not lie, the dark light reveals the truth to the dark eyes of the Mind, stopped inside, oh, once again, there is a vast Suer V sinister role, but at least one could look apprehensively at the Shadows, all heads turned towards the shadows in the corner of the room and Under the Roof were simply Shadows tormented by nothing but dust and spiders but there is only dust and Sissa began Otto raised a hand dear lady.

I just told you philosophically that the truth can be what it is. there metaphorically William stared at the image again. He was hoping he could use filters and such to reduce its unwanted effects. Otto said behind him, but unfortunately this is getting worse and worse. Sarissa said, give me the funny vegetables, good mountain shook her head. This is something unholy, he said, don't mess with it anymore, I understand, I didn't think dwarves were religious, said William, they don't call it a good mountain, but we know Unholy when we see it and I'm looking at it right now, I'm telling you.

I don't want any more of these Prince of Darkness William was saddened, that shows the truth that he thought, but how do we know the truth when we see it? The Appian philosophers think that a hair can never outgrow a tortoise, and they can prove that it is. The truth is that I heard a magician say that everything is made of small numbers that buzz so fast that they become things, it is true. I think a lot of things that have been happening in the last few days are not what they seem and not I don't know why I think that, but I think it's not the truth, yeah, no more of these things.

Car, he said very well, he said good mountain, let's try to get back to normal and get a document, do you mean normal where crazy priests start? to collect dogs or normal where vampires mess with evil Shadows said gouty I mean like normal before that said William oh I see what you mean like in the old days said gy after a while although silence settled in the room from the press although there was an occasional sniff from the desk in front of William wrote a story about the fire which was easy, then tried to write a coherent account of recent events but found he couldn't get beyond the first word he had written, It was a reliable word, the definitive one. article, the problem was that all the things I was sure about were bad, I had expected to inform people, yes, upset people, well some people at least, what I didn't expect was that it wouldn't make any difference , the paper came out and it didn't matter, people just seemed to accept things.

What was the point of writing another story about the veterinary business? Well, of course, he had a lot of dogs and there was always a lot of human interest in a story about animals. "Wait," Sarissa said as if she were reading his thoughts. Did you think people would march in the streets? Betari is not a very nice man so I hear people say that he probably deserves to be locked up. Are you saying people aren't interested? In The Truth Listen, what is true for many people is that they need money for rent before the weekend. Look at Mr.

Ron and his friends. What does truth mean to them? They live under a bridge. She held up a piece of lined paper. paper filled to the brim with EDG with careful looping handwriting from someone for whom holding a pen was not a family activity this is a report from the annual meeting of the Ank Caged Bird Society Morpork said they are ordinary people who They raise canaries and stuff as a hobby, their president lives next door to me, that's why he gave me this. This is important to him, my God, but it's boring. It's about the best breed and some changes to the rules of the parrot show, which they argued about for 2 hours. but the people who were arguing were people who spend their days chopping meat or planting wood and basically leading Little Lives that are controlled by other people.

You see? They don't have a say in who runs the city, but they can take care of it. It's just that the roosters aren't grouped with the parrots, it's not their fault that's the way things are, why are you sitting there with your mouth open like that? William closed his mouth, he is fine. "I understand that no, I don't think you understand," he snapped. I saw you. At twerp piage your family has never had to worry about the small things, they have been some of the people who really run things, this newspaper is a hobby for you, isn't it?

Oh, you believe in him, I'm sure. You do it, but if everything goes well, you will still have money. I won't have it, so if the way to continue is to fill it with what you make fun of old people, then that's what I'll do. Don't know. I have money, I make a living, yes, but you could choose anyway. Aristocrats don't like to see other tough guys starving, they find silly jobs to do for big salaries. He stopped panting and brushed some hair out of his eyes and then looked. He, like someone who has lit the fuse and now wonders if the cannon at the other end is bigger than they thought William opened his mouth and went to form a word and stopped he did it again finally a little on horseback he said you are more or less well the next word will be butt I just know what sakurisa was saying William was aware that all the printers were looking yes it is, but it's a big butt, do you mind?

It is important that someone cares about the great truth, which Veterinary Medicine mainly does. Not doing is a lot of harm, we have had rulers who are completely crazy and very, very unpleasant, and it wasn't that long ago either. Veterinarian may not be a very nice man, but today I had breakfast with someone who would be a lot. worse if he ran the city and there are plenty more like him and what's happening now is wrong and as for your damn amateur parents, if they don't care much about anything beyond the things that scream in cages, then one day there will be someone . in charge of this place who will make them choke on their own muscles you want that to happen if we don't make an effort all they will get are silly stories about talking dogs and elves ate my general so don't lecture me on what It's important and what you don't understand They looked at each other Don't talk to me like that Don't talk to me like that We're not getting enough publicity The Inquirer is getting big ads from the big unions Sarissa said That's what will keep us going Not stories about how much weigh the gold what am I supposed to do about it find a way to get more ads that's not my job William screamed it's part of Saving Your Job we're only getting ads from Penny aine people who want to sell surgical braces and pain cures back, so the pennies add up, so you want us to be known as the newspaper you can trust, sorry, but are we producing an addition?

Goodman said, it's not like we're not enjoying all of this. but the color is going to take a lot of extra time william and sarissa looked around they were a focus of attention look, i know this means a lot to you, sarissa said lowering her voice, but all this political stuff, this is the work of the clock, not ours. all I'm saying is that they're trapped, that's what Vimes was telling me. Sacharissa stared at her frozen expression, then leaned over and, to her surprise, patted her head, maybe you're having an effect, then well, if they're going to the vet Sorry, maybe .

It's because they're worried about you, ha, who are they anyway? Well, you know them, the people who run things, notice things, probably read the newspaper. William gave him a winning smile. Tomorrow we will find someone to receive more announcements, he said and we. I will definitely need that extra staff. Uh, I'm going to go for a little walk, she added, and I'll get you that key. You wanted a dress for the dance. Oh yes, thank you and I don't think those men will. William said. I have a feeling there isn't a shed anywhere in the city that's as well guarded as this one right now because Vimes is waiting to see who tries to attack us next, he thought, but he decided against it.

Tell me what exactly you are going to do, said Sarissa, first, I will go to the nearest apothecary, said William, and then I will stop by my lodgings for that key, and then I will go see a man about a dog. The new signature came through the door of the empty mansion and the closed behind them. Mr. Tulip tore off the Bride of Innocence's dress and left it on the floor. I told you smart plans never work said a vampire said Mr. Pin this is a disease City Mr. Tulip what did you do to us took some kind of photo said Mr.

Pin closed his eyes for a moment his head hurt a lot He was in disguise said Mr. Tulip Mr. Pin He shrugged even with a metal bucket on his head that would probably start to corrode after a few minutes there would be something recognizable about Mr. Tulip. I don't think that's any use. He said. In the photos I groaned. Mr. Tulip. Remember that time in Mavia, all those posters they made, it's bad for a man's health to see yours in Fizz on every wall with dead or alive underneath it's like they can't decide. Mr. Tulip produced a small bag of what he had been assured was Primo Smudge, but which would turn out to be sugar and powder. pigeon guano anyway we must have gotten the dog said we can't be sure said Mr.

Pin grimaced again the headache was getting pretty bad look we already did the ink job said Mr. Tulip I don't remember anyone He told us about that in werewolves and vampires, that's his problem. I say we eliminate the geek, take the money and Ed for sopis or some place where you mean give up a contract, yeah when he has fine print you can't. Inc., someone will recognize Charlie, although he seems. It's hard for the dead to stay dead around here I think I mightHelp with that with respect, said Mr. Tulip. Mr. Pin bit his lip. He knew better than Mr.

Tulip that men in their businesses needed a certain reputation. Things were not written down, but word spread. The new firm sometimes dealt with very serious and they were people who paid a lot of attention to the word, but Tulip was right, this place was affecting Mr. Pin, it shook his sensitivity, vampires and werewolves throwing that kind of thing into a body. That wasn't according to the rules of the rules, that was taking liberties, yes, there was more than one way to maintain a reputation. “I think we should go and explain things to our lawyer friend,” he said slowly.

Well, he said Mr. Tulip and then I'll rip off your head that doesn't kill zombies, good because I'll only be able to see where I'm going by pushing it and then we'll make another visit to that newspaper when it's dark to get that photo, he thought that was a good reason. It was one reason you could tell the world, but there was another reason why that burst of darkness had scared Mr. Pin to the core. This worried him until now because all of his enemies were dead but the dark light had shot out pieces of his mind and it had seemed to him that those enemies had not disappeared from the universe but had simply moved very far from where they were.

They were watching him and he was very far away only from their point of view from their point of view they could reach out and touch him what he wouldn't even tell Mr. Tulip was this they would need all the money for this job because in a flash of darkness he had seen It was time to retire. Theology was not a field in which Mr. Pin had much knowledge despite accompanying Mr. Tulip to several of the best-designed temples and chapels on one occasion to attack a high priest who attempted to betray Frank. but the little he had absorbed suggested to him that this might be the best time to take a little interest, maybe he could send them some money or at least return some of the things he had taken, maybe he could start there. eating beef on Tuesday or whatever you had to do maybe that would stop this feeling like the back of your head had just been unscrewed, you knew it would have to be later, although right now the code allowed you to do one of two things.

They could follow Slant's instructions to the letter, which would mean they would maintain a reputation for efficiency, or they could ditch Slant and maybe some passersby and leave, perhaps setting some things on fire on the way out, that was also news that It circulated among the people. I would understand how upset they were, but first we Mr. Pin stopped and in a muffled voice said: there is someone behind me, he didn't say, Mr. Tulip, I thought I heard footsteps, no one here except us, bite, bite, Mr. Pin shuddered, straightened his jacket, and then looked at Mr.

Tulip up and down. Wipe himself a little. Could she have his dripping dust? I can handle it said Mr. Tulip keeps me on my toes keeps me on my toes sigh Mr. Tulip had an incredible face at the contents of the next bag whatever it was and it was usually cat flea powder cut with dandruff The force is not going to work in an inclined position, he said Mr. Tulip cracked his knuckles, it works with everyone, he said no, a man like him will have a lot of muscles to use said pin, he patted his jacket, it's time Mr.

Slant greeted my little friend. A board fell hard onto the surface of the river and she shifted her weight carefully and grabbed the rope tightly between her teeth. Arnold rolled onto her side and sank a little into the muck, but he stayed there. for lack of a better word AF flat a few meters from the depression that the first bag had left Landing in the river it was already filling for lack of a better word water reached the end of the board it stabilized and managed to link The remaining bag was It was moving, it's got it, shouted the duckman who was watching from under the bridge.

Heath, away, everyone, the sack came out of the mud with a sucking sound and Arnold climbed aboard as he was dragged back to shore, oh, very good. "done Arnold," said the duckman, helping him out of Soden's bag and back into his cart. I really doubted if the surface would support you at this stage of the tide B look for me and when that c came out of my legs all those years ago, Arnold said sideways a glass of coffee drowned Henry cut the sack with his knife and threw it on the ground to the second group of little terriers, where they coughed and sneezed.

What are the two little bugs finished for? He said: I'll give him a mouth-to-mouth respirator, certainly not, Henry said the duckman you have no idea about hygiene. "I know you can't kiss dogs," said the duckman, "they'd catch something." Horribly, the crew looked at the dogs that were grouped around the fire, how the dogs had landed. on the river was something they didn't bother to wonder about all kinds of things that landed in the river it was the kind of thing that happened all the time the crew got very interested in floating things but it was unusual to find so many at once such Maybe it's been raining dogs they all said together Andrews who was being directed by the Mind known as curlyy the crew liked curlyy he was easy to get along with he heard the other day what's been happening lately you know what Arnold said sideways what everyone we should do The right thing is to get some things like wooden things and make a boat.

We could get a lot more things if we had a boat. Oh yes, said the duckman he used to play with in the boats when he was a child and we could buy in disorder. Arnold didn't say exactly the same thing the duckman looked at the circle of steaming, miserable dogs I wish gasbo were here he said he knows how to think about this kind of thing a jar said the apothecary carefully sealed with wax William repeated and you want an an ounce of aned oil , rampion oil and sceleton oil, said William, I can do the fast too, said the apothecary looking at the little list he had been given, but there is not a full ounce of Skatin oil in the city, you realize that $15 is enough to put on the head of a pin, we have enough to fill a spoonful of mustard, and we have to store it in a lead box welded underwater.

I'll take worthwhile pinheads and you'll never get them. Take it off your hands, you know it's not really for the average in a bottle, said William, patiently sealed with wax, you won't even smell the other oils, what do you want them for insurance, said William, oh, and after sealing it, wash it. "Remove the bottle with ether and then wash. The ether is going to be used for some illegal purpose," said the apothecary, who caught Williams' simply interested expression, quickly adding that when he had gone to prepare the order, William called a couple of other stores and bought a pair of thick gloves when he returned the apothecary was bringing the oils to the counter he was holding a small glass jar full of liquid inside a much smaller file was floating the outside liquids water he said taking some plugs out of his nose take it carefully if you don't mind leave it and we can say goodbye to our sinuses what does it smell like said William well if I said cabbage said the apothecary I wouldn't say the half of it after William left for his lodgings Mrs.

Arcanum was reluctant to have the borders return to their rooms during the day, but at that moment William seemed to be out of her frame of reference and she simply nodded as he walked up the stairs. The keys were in the old trunk at the end of her bed. It was the one he had taken to Huggle Stones He had kept it since then so he could kick it from time to time His checkbook was there too He took it too His sword clinked when his hand brushed against it He had enjoyed swordsmanship in Huggle Stones He was dry te They allowed you to wear protective clothing and no one tried to stamp your face in the mud.

He had actually been the school champion but this wasn't because he was very good, it was simply that most of the other kids were so bad that they approached the sport. as they approached everyone else in a big Keen shouting Rush using the sword as a sort of club, which meant that if William could avoid the first savage blow then he was going to win, he was going. the sword in the trunk after some reflection he took out one of his old socks and put it on the apothecary's bottle hurting people with broken glass wasn't part of the plan either mint wasn't a bad choice but they didn't know what else was available if they had had them.

Mrs. Aranan was a great believer in net curtains so she could see out while outsiders couldn't see in. William lurked behind those in her room until he was sure that a confusing shape among the roofs opposite was a gargoyle. . It's not natural territory for gargoyles, any more than Gleam Street is. The thing about gargoyles, he reflected as he stepped back and headed down the stairs, was that they didn't get bored, they were happy to stay and watch anything for days, but all the while they moved faster than people thought. He didn't move faster than the people, he ran through the kitchen so fast that he only heard Mrs.

Arcanum gasp and then he ran through the back door, over the wall and into the alley. Beyond, someone was sweeping him for a moment. William wondered if he was a Watcher in disguise or even his sister Jennifer in disguise, but there was probably no one who dressed up as a Ganol. For starters, you'd have to strap a pile of compost to your back. The girls ate almost everything they didn't eat, they collected obsessively. no one had ever studied them to find out why perhaps a carefully selected collection of rotting cabbage stalks was a sign of high status in Ganol society Mr. word croes the creature leaning on his shovel uh hello um snake ah yes thank you bye he hurried to go down another alley.

The alley crossed the street and found another alley. He wasn't sure how many gargoyles were watching him, but it took a while for them to cross the streets. How was it possible that the Ganol knew his name? It wasn't like they had met at a party or anything besides the ganns they all worked for Harry King well they said the king of the golden river never forgot a detail William ducked and dodged for several blocks making the most of He was sure that a normal person wouldn't be able to keep track of him, but he would be surprised if a normal person was following him.

Mr. Vimes likes to refer to himself as just a cop, just as Harry King considered himself a tough guy. diamond William suspected that the world was filled with the remains of those people who had taken them at their word, he slowed down and climbed some outside stairs and then waited, you are a fool, the inner editor said, some people have tried to kill you. you're hiding information from the clock you're mixing with strange people you're about to do something that's going to go so far up mister vim's nose that he'll raise his hat and why because it makes my blood tingle he thought and because I'm not going to be used by no one there was a faint sound at the end of the Alley that may not have been heard by someone who wasn't expecting it it was the sound of something sniffing William looked down and saw in the Gloom a A four-legged form broke into a trot while keeping his snout close to the ground.

William measured the distance carefully and declared independence. It was one thing to attack a member of the guard and quite another. He threw the fragile bottle so that it landed 20 feet away. in front of the werewolf, then dropped from the stairs to the top of a wall and jumped onto a nice roof just as the glass shattered with a breath inside the sock, a scream and the sound of claws scraping was heard. William jumped from the roof and up another wall he inched along the top and down into another alley and then ran, it took 5 minutes dodging convenient cover and running through buildings to reach the Livery stables in the general bustle Nobody paid attention to him, there was only another man who came to look for his horse.

The stable that may or may not have contained deep bones was occupied by a horse. Now he looks at you with contempt. Don't turn around, said the journalist, a voice behind him. William tried to remember what had happened behind him, oh yes, the hay elevator and huge bags of straw, plenty of room for someone to hide, okay, he said, listen, listen, the dogs bark, he said deep bone, You must be crazy, but I'm on the right track, William said, I think so. I heard you're sure they didn't follow you. The corporal's knobs were on my trail, William said, but I shook him off.

I walked around the corner and shook my knobs. Oh no, he continued upstairs. He knew the vimas would have me tracked. William said with pride in the goatee. yes, obviously in his werewolf form, he had said it there, but today was a day for shadows and secrets, our werewolf form said deep bone flatly yes, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone else. The body knobs said deep bone still in the The same dull, monotonous tone, yeah, look, Vimes told me not to. Vimes told you that Noby KnobsI was aware of the wolf, well, no, not exactly.

I figured it out for myself and Vimes told me not to tell anyone else that Corporal Knobs was a werewolf. Yes, Corporal Knobs is not a werewolf. Sir, either way, whether he's human is another matter, but he's not a Linko or a damn wolf, that's for sure, so who knows, I just dropped a scent bomb in front of William, he said triumphantly, there was a silence and then it was the sound of a thin trickle of water, Mr. Bone said William, what kind of aromatic bomb the voice said, it sounded quite tense. I think Skatin oil was probably the most active ingredient right in front of a werewolf's nose, pretty much yeah.

Mr. Vimes is. I'm going to Twist, said the deep bone voice, he's going to go all librarian, he's going to invent new ways to get angry so he can try them on you, so I better contact Lord Banar's dog. as soon as possible said William took out his checkbook I can give you a check for $50 that's all I can afford what's one of them then it's like a legal promissory note oh great he said deep bone although it's not much use to me when you're locked up right now Mr. Bone, there are a couple of very nasty men hunting down all the Terriers in town, it seems.

Terriers said Deep Bone, all Terriers, yes, and although I don't expect you to like pedigree Terriers or just people they may look like. a bit Terrier like they don't look like they are inspecting any paperwork anyway, what do you mean people who look like Terriers? The deep bone was silent again William said $50 Mr. Bone finally the straw sex said Okay tonight on the Migot bridge just you uh I won't be there but there will be a messenger who I will write the check to he said William there was no answer he waited a while and then moved into a position where he could look around the Sachs there was a rustling sound.

They were probably rats, he thought because certainly none of them could hold a man down to the bone. He was a very difficult client. At some point after William left to surreptitiously look at the Shadows, one of the rooms appeared with a cart and began loading the sacks. He said, "Put me down, sir," the man dropped the sack and then cautiously opened it. A small terrier-like dog struggled out, shaking itself free of the clinging strands. Mr Hobson did not encourage independence of thought or an inquiring mind and at 50p a day plus all the oats. you could steal he didn't get them the boyfriend looked at the dog like an owl did you just say that he said of course he didn't say the dog dogs can't talk are you stupid or something? someone is playing a prank on you gotler gear gotler Gear big Vio You mean throwing his voice.

I saw a man do that at the Music Hall. that's a ticket wait that thought the groom looked around you're playing a joke Tom said that's right, it's me Tom said the dog I got the trick out of a book by throwing my voice to this little dog without arms who can't speak at all what you never told me you were learning to read There were pictures said the dog hastily tongues and teeth and that dead easy to understand oh now the little dog is walking away the dog headed towards the door she he seemed to say a couple of THS his Lords of the damn creation then ran away how will this job work said sarissa trying to sound smart it was much better to concentrate on something like this than to think about strange men preparing to invade again he muttered slowly good mountain fiddling with the press You realize this means it will take us a lot longer to print each paper you wanted color I'll give you color Otto said grumpily you never said cck sarisa looked at the experimental iconographer most of the paintings were painted in color these days just really cheap imps painted in white and black although Otto insisted that monochrome was an art form in itself, but printed in color, four imps were sitting on the edge, passing a very small cigarette from hand to hand and watching with interest the work in the press, three of them were wearing colored glass glasses. red, blue and yellow, but not green, he said, so if something is green, how did I get it right.

Guthrie sees the blue in the green and paints that on the blue plate, one of the imps waved at him and Anton sees the yellow and paints. that and when you pass it through the press very very slowly he murmured good mountain it will be faster to go around everyone's houses and tell them the news sarissa looked at the test sheets that were done with the recent fire it was definitely a fire with red, yellow and orange flames and there was some yes, blue sky and the Golems were pretty good reddish brown, but the skin tones, well flesh colored, were a bit tricky in Ank Mora, where if you choose your theme, it could be any color except maybe. light blue but the faces of many of the passersby suggested that a particularly virulent plague had passed through the city possibly the multicolored death she decided this is just the beginning said otter we will get better maybe let's go as fast as we can said well Manion we can do maybe 200 an hour, maybe 250, but someone will be looking for their fingers before the day is over, sorry but we're doing the best we can if we had a data redesign and rebuild, print a few hundred and do the rest . in black and white then said sarissa and sighed at least it will catch people's attention once they see it the Inquirer will find out how it was done said Otto then at least we will go down with our colors flying said sarissa she shook her head while a little dust it floated from the ceiling AR on that said bodney Can you feel the movement of the floor?

Those are the big prees of her again, they undermined us everywhere, they said sarissa and we work so hard it's so unfair. I'm surprised that the word takes it, she said well. mountain it's not like something on the mainland around here undermines us says bodney said one or two of the dwarves looked up when he said this bodney said something in dwarf good mountain broke something in response a couple more dwarves joined in to apologize sarissa said abruptly the boys were wondering whether to go in and took a look he said good mountain From under the bench was a traditional dwarf axe, one side was a pickaxe for extracting interesting minerals and the other side was a battle ax because the people who own land with valuable minerals can be so irrational sometimes.

You're not going to attack anyone, is that you? She said surprised, Well, someone said that if you want a good story you have to dig and dig, Bodney said, Let's just go for a walk in the basement, Sacharissa said as they headed to the stairs. yeah, a walk in the dark, said bodney, good mountain, sigh, the rest of us will continue with a role, okay?, he said after a minute or two, the sound of some ax blows was heard below them and then someone cursed under their breath very loudly. "I'm going to see what they're doing," said Sarissa, unable to resist any longer and hurried away.

The bricks that had once filled the old door were already fallen when she got there since the stones from the ankm pork had been recycled for generations that no one had ever seen. made. He had seen the point of making mortar strong and especially not to block an old door sand earth water and Flame would do the trick they always felt they had done until now after all the dwarves were looking into the darkness Beyond each had been got a can stuck in his helmet i thought your man said they filled the old street said bodney he's not my man said sarisa evenly what's there one of the dwarves had flashed through there's like donnels said the old Pavements said sarissa it's like This around this area, I think after the big floods they built the sides of the road with wood and filled it in, but they left the pavements on both sides because not all the properties had been built yet and people objected to what bodney says.

The roads were higher than the sidewalks, oh yes, Sarissa said, following him to the Gap, but what if a horse took water in the street? "I'm sure I don't know," Sarissa sniffed, "how did the people cross the street stairs?" oh Come on miss, no, they used stairs and some tunnels, it wasn't going to last long and then it was easier to just put heavy slabs on the old pavements and therefore there are well forgotten spaces, there are rats up here, said who sleepily was. wandering in the distance oh damn, said bodney, someone brought the cutlery just kidding Miss, hey, what do we have here? he cut some boards that crumbled under the blows someone didn't want to use a ladder, he said looking through another hole, it goes well under the street said sarissa looks like she must have been allergic to horses and uh, you can find your way i'm a midget we're underground midget underground what was your question again you don't propose to hack The Inquirer's cells Did you say sarissa?

Oh we, you're not, we wouldn't do something like that, yeah, but you're not, that would be tantamount to barging in, wouldn't it? Yes, and that's what you're planning to do. It is not like this? Bodney smiled a little, just take a look around you, you know what you don't care about, you're not going to kill anyone, right? Miss, we don't do that kind of thing. Sacharissa seemed a little disappointed. had been a respectable young lady for some time in certain people, that means there's a lot of bad reputation waiting to break out, well, maybe just make them regret it a little, so yeah, we can probably do that, the dwarves were already crawling through the tunnel .

Across the buried street, by the light of her torches, she saw old boarded-up facades, doors, windows filled with Rebel, this should be the right place, Bodney said, pointing to a faint rectangle filled with more low-quality bricks. to go in said sarissa we'll say we were lost said bodney lost underground midgets he's fine we'll say we're drunk people will think he's fine guys, the rotten bricks fell down the light came out of the basement Beyond a man looked up from his desk with his mouth open sarissa squinted through the dust you she said oh it's you miss said come on throat dibler hi guys good to see you the crew was leaving when gaspo came galloping in he glanced at the other dogs that were huddled around the fire and then they would dive under the folds of old Ron's filthy coat and it took some time for the whole crew to understand what was happening; after all, they were people who could argue, expectorate, and creatively misinterpret their way. a three hour argument after someone said good morning, it was a duck man who finally got the message these men are hunting terriers, he said well it was a damn newspaper you can't trust people who write in newspapers in those who threw these puppies. the right river said gaso everything turned into a fruit shape well, we can also protect you yes, but I have to be in the B I'm a figure in this city I can't go unnoticed I need a disguise look, we could be looking at $50 right, but you need me to understand, the crew was impressed with this in their cashless economy $50 it was a gamble, said f Ron dogs, a dog said Arnold sideways because they called him a dog he sang chesting Henry, that's true , said the Crouching Man, a fake beard is not going to work well.

Your big brain better come up with something because I'll sit still until you do. Gaspode said. I have seen these men, they are not nice. There was a roar from all of Andrews's face. His face flickered as the various personalities rearranged themselves and then settled into Lady Hermione's waxy lumps. We could dress it up. She said how could you dress up a dog? Like the duckman said. A cat. A dog is not just a dog. Lady Herione said. I think so. I have an idea that the dwarves were crowded together when William returned to the epicenter of the group.

Hudley turned out to be Mr. Dibler, who looked exactly how anyone would look if he had been hared. William had never seen anyone to whom the word hared could so justifiably be applied. It meant someone Sarissa had talked to for 20 minutes. Is there a problem? said hello mister dibler tell me William said sarissa as she walked slowly around Di's chair if stories were food what kind of food would the goldfish be the cat eats whatever William stared at dibler he realized I think It would be some kind of long thin meal, he said, full of garbage of suspicious origin now there is no need for anyone to adopt that tone, Bibler began and then calmed down under Sakara's gaze, yes, but garbage. that's something attractive you'd still eat it even if you wanted to said william what's going on here look i didn't want to do it dibler protested do what mr dibler has been writing those stories for the inquirer said sarissa i mean no one believes what they read in the paper.

Dibler said William pulled out a chair and sat astride it with his arms on the backrest, so Mr. Dibler, whenstarted urinating in the fountain of truth? William snapped sarissa, look, times haven't been good. said dibler and i thought about this news business, well, people like to hear things from far away, you know, like in the almanac, the plague of giant weasels in herar, said william, that's the style, well, i thought that it doesn't matter if they do you really know? I mean, Williams' glassy smile was starting to make Dibler uncomfortable. I mean, they're almost done. You're a bit unimaginative about that sort of thing, you mean, I like knowing that things really happened, that's all, yeah, Mr.

Carney says people won't know the difference anyway, he doesn't like you very much, Mr. Deward, you are wandering. the hands said sarissa, you can't trust a man like that William pulled the last copy of The Inquirer towards him and picked out a random story man stolen by demons said this refers to Mr. Ronnie, trust me, he pleads headline known for duty bred, praise troll over $2,000 last seen buying a very fast horse well, where do demons fit in? Well, it could have been stolen by demons, Dibler said, it could happen to anyone, what you mean then is that there is no evidence that it wasn't stolen by demons. that way people can make their own decisions said dibler that's what mr carney says people should be able to choose he said choose what's true he doesn't clean his teeth properly either said sarissa i mean i'm not one of those people who I think cleanliness is close to godliness, but there are limits.

Classically, very few people have considered cleanliness to be close to godliness, except in a very severe abridged dictionary, a musty loincloth and hair in an advanced state of matter entanglement have generally been the badges of office. of the prophets whose command to despise earthly things begins with soap dibler shook his head sadly i'm losing my touch he said imagine me working for someone i must have been angry it's the cold weather that's getting to me that's what even the salaries are he said The word with a shiver looked attractive, you know, he added in a horrified voice, he was telling me what to do next time.

I'll have a quad lie down until the feeling goes away. You are an immoral opportunist. "Mr. Dibler," said William, "it has worked so far." Can you sell some advertising for us? Sarissa said I'm not going to work for anyone on commission Sarissa snapped, what do you want to employ him said William why can't you tell as many lies as you want if it's advertising what is said out loud Sarissa said please we need the money commission, said dibler rub the unshaven chin like 50% for you two and 50% for me too, we'll discuss it, we said, good mountain, patting him on the shoulder, dibla grimaced when it came to hard bargaining, dwarves had a diamond tip.

Do I have another option? He muttered Good Mountain He leaned forward His beard was bristling He wasn't holding a gun at the moment but Di could see as if it was the big ax It wasn't there at all He said oh He said dibler So what would I be? selling exactly space said sarissa dibler smiled again just space nothing oh i can do that i can't sell anything like anything she shook her head sadly it's only when i try to sell something that everything goes wrong how did you come to be here? Mr. Dibler William asked him.

He wasn't happy with the answer. That kind of thing could work both ways. He said you can't just dig up other people's property. He looked at the dwarves. Mr. Bodony, I want to plug that hole. Now we understand that just yes, yes, you did it in the best way and now I want it to be plugged properly. I want everything to look like it was never there. Thank you. I don't want anyone climbing the basement stairs. "Don't come down right now, please, I think I'm looking at a true story," William said as the disgruntled dwarves walked away.

I think I'm going to see the waffles I have as she took out her notebook, something fell to the floor with a tinkle oh yeah and I have the key to our house she said you wanted a dress it's a little late said sarissa I've completely forgotten to tell you the truth Why don't you go and take a look while everyone else is busy you could take Rocky too you know you should be on the safe side but the place is empty my dad stays at his club if he has to come to town carry on there must be something There's more to life than correcting copies.

Sacharissa looked uncertainly at the key in her hand. My sister has quite a few dresses. William said, You want to go to the ball, right? I suppose Mrs. Hotbed could alter it for me if she took it to her in the morning, Sarissa said, expressing slightly annoyed reluctance as her body language begged to be persuaded. That's right, said William, and I'm sure you can find someone to fix your head properly. My sister's eyes narrowed, it's true, you know you have an amazing way with words, she said, what are you going to do? I'm going, said William, to see a dog on a man Sergeant Anga looked at Vimes through the steam of the container in front of her I'm sorry, sir, you said your feet weren't touching the ground, you said you can't arrest him, sir, he said Captain Carrot putting down a clean towel. over the head of anger oh I can't arrest him for assaulting an officer uh well, that's where he gets complicated, isn't it, sir? said Anga, you are an officer Sergeant, whatever form you are currently in, yes, but it has always been a bit convenient let the werewolf thing stay aror sir said carrat, don't you think? sir the word writes old things and i'm not particularly interested in those who need to know knowing so i will forbid you from doing so as you looked mr vimes a little deflated, you can't tell me that, as a police commander, i can't stop a little T, some idiot, write whatever he wants.

Oh, no, sir, of course he can, but I'm not sure he can stop me from writing whatever he wants. you stopped him writing things he said carrot I'm amazed amazed she's your uh your friend said Anga taking another deep inhale of the steam but carrots right Mr. Vimes I don't want this to go any further it was my fault for underestimating him I went straight into it I'll be fine in an hour or so two I saw what you were like when you came in I said vimes You were a mess It was a shock The nose just closed It was like walking around a corner and finding a foul Old Rod, yes, God, how bad, maybe not so bad, leave it at that, sir please learn quickly.

AR misses a word, Vimes said sitting at his desk, he has a pen and a printing press and everyone acts like he's suddenly a big player. Well, you'll have to learn a little more, you don't want us to watch, well, we won't anymore, you can reap what SS for a while, we have more than enough other things to do. EV knows this, but technically you already see. This sign on my desk Captain, see it Sergeant, it says Commander Vimes, that means responsibility begins here. It was an order he just received. What else is new? Carrot nodded, nothing good, sir, no one has found the dog.

All the guilds are fighting. Mr. Scrop has been receiving many visitors, and the freed high priest, Cully, is telling everyone that he thinks Lord Vard has gone mad because the day before he had been telling him about a plan to make locusts fly through the air, the locusts flying through the air said FES flatly. and something about sending ships for the lord Lord, my goodness, and what is lord scrope saying, apparently he says that he is awaiting a new era in our history and he will return Ank Moror to the path of responsible citizenship, sir, it is the same as the locusts.

Mr. politician apparently wants to return to the values ​​and traditions that made the city great, sir. Do you know what those values ​​and traditions were? said Vimes and Gast, I guess so, sir, Carat said, keeping a straight face oh my God, I'd rather have a Most likely the locusts were coming out of a dark sky again. Mott Bridge was more or less empty. William was lurking in the shadows with his hat pulled down over his eyes and finally a voice out of nowhere said, "So you've got your piece of paper, deep bone." William said surprised by Ry.

I'm sending you a guide for you to follow said the hidden informant name of Trixie's name lean over just follow it and everything will be fine yes deep bones looking at me William thought I must be very close to Trixie Bell trotted Out of the Shadows it was a poodle more or less the staff at L du, the dog grooming salon, had done everything possible and a craftsman will give his all if it means getting filthy old Ron out of the shop as soon as possible. He had cut blown, permed, curled, styled, colored weave, shampooed and the manicurist had locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out.

The result was pink, the pink color was only one aspect of the thing, but it was so pink that it overpowered everything else, even the topiary. effects tail with a fluffy bump on the end the front of the dog looked like it had been shot through a big pink ball and only got halfway, then there was also the matter of the big shiny collar that shined a little too much sometimes glass He shines brighter than diamonds because he has more to prove, in general, the effect was not that of a poodle but of malformed hair, that is, everything about him suggested a poodle, except the whole thing itself, which suggested moving away, yes, he said and there was something.

He was also wrong about this William was aware that dogs like this howled, but he was sure that this one had said Yip, there's something good, it started and ended dog yip yip yip yip shees yip said the dog and walked away William wondered why the shees but decided that the dog must have sneezed, he trotted away through the mud and disappeared down an alley a moment later his muscle appeared around the corner yes he came oh yes sorry said William Trixie Bell led the way through the greasy steps up the old path that ran along Riverside was littered with garbage and everything that is thrown away in ANM the pork is real garbage the sun rarely set here even on a good day the Shadows they managed to freeze and run water at the same time however there was a fire among the dark woods beneath the bridge William realized, as his nose closed, that he was visiting the bent crew, the old upper road had been deserted to begin with, but filthy old Ron and the rest of them were the reason it stayed that way.

They hadn't had anything to steal, they had precious items. Little to even sustain themselves occasionally, the Beggars Guild considered running them out of town, but without much enthusiasm, even the Beggars need someone to look down on and the crew was so far down that in certain light they sometimes seemed to be on top besides. of the craftsmanship recognized by the guild. when they saw him no one could spit and ooze like the coffin Henry no one could be as legless as Arnold on his side and nothing in the world could smell like filthy old Ron could have used Scallon oil as a deodorant and when that thought occurred to him Williams brain, he knew where the waffles were.

Trixie Bell's ridiculous pink tail disappeared into the mass of old packing boxes and cartons known to the crew as Great Chey and Homely Williams. Her eyes were already teary. There wasn't much. Breeze down here, she made her way. the pool of firelight oh good evening gentlemen managed to nod to the figure around the flames with green edges, let's see the color of your piece of paper ordered the deep bone voice from the shadows it's um whitish said William unfolding the check that was taken by the Duckman who scanned it carefully and added noticeably to its whiteness appears to be in order $50 signed said I have explained the concept to my associates Mr. the word was not easy, I have to tell you yes, if not ago Don't hold on, we'll go to your house, said Henry, uh, and do what William said, stand outside forever and ever, said Arnold, out of the corner of his eye, looking at the people in a funny way, said the duckman, put on your boots, said the coffin, Henry William tried not to.

Think of Mrs. Arcanum, he said now, may I see the dog's fit? Ron ordered the deep bone voice. Ron's heavy coat opened to reveal waffles flickering in the firelight. You made it say. William, that was it. B, who's going to look for the old creep? Ron said deep bone, good point, William said, very good point, everyone smells it, now you have to remember he's old, he said deep bone and he wasn't exactly Mr. Brain to begin with. I mean, we're talking about dogs here, not talking dogs, the voice said. hurriedly, but speaking of dogs, I mean, so don't expect a philosophical Trea, is what I'm saying.

Waffles pleaded with the nursing home when he saw William looking at him, how did he come to be with you? William said as Waffles cut off his hand and came running. outside the palace directly under ROM's coat he said deep bone which is, as you point out, the last place anyone would look said William, you better believe it and not even a werewolf would find it there William took out his notebook and turned to a page new and wrote waffles said how old is it"I know that words don't hurt," said Mr. Pin, "I've heard a lot of things," he stopped and grimaced and for a moment looked like he was going to fall to his knees. he himself wrote and focused on her again you come with us he said and don't say you're going to scream because we're alone here and I've heard a lot of screams once again he seemed to run down and again he recovered sacharissa looked in horror at the crossbow weaving those Parts of her advocating silence as survival Aid had finally made herself heard.

What's up with these two? said Mr. Tulip, we are going to tear them off now chain them and leave them but we always leave them to you I'm sure you feel fine said Mr. Julip no, I won't just leave them okay, we don't have time we have many I haven't done it Mr. Pin approached Sarissa who gave you that key I'm not going to Do you want Mr. Tulip to say goodbye to our drunk friends with his head buzzing and his shaky understanding of how things were supposed to work in the aoral universe? Mr. Pin considered that everything was fine after all, so the Shadows of him would follow Mr.

Tulip, no. He, this house belongs to Lord Dward and his son gave me the key, Sarissa said triumphantly, there he was, the one you met at the newspaper, now you know what you got yourself into huh. Mr. Pin looked at her intently and then said, I'm going to find you outside. Don't really run. don't scream walk normally and all he did was pause. I was going to say everything will be fine, he said, but that would be silly, wouldn't it? It was not fast to go through the streets with the team to For them, the world was a permanent theater, an art gallery, a music hall, a restaurant and a spatoon, and in any case, no member of the team would think of go nowhere in a straight line.

The poodle Trixie Bell accompanied them, keeping us as close to the center of the group as possible. deep bone there was no sign that William had offered to bring waffles because he sort of felt like $100 belonged to him, at least it was $100 he hadn't received, but hey, surely tomorrow's addition would pay for that and anyone after the Now the dog surely wouldn't try anything here on the street in broad daylight, especially since it was barely daylight. Now clouds filled the sky like the old idod Downs, the descending mist met the rising River Mist, and the light was fading.

Of everything he tried to think of in the headline, he couldn't understand it, but there was too much to say and he wasn't good at expressing the enormous complexities of the world in less than half a dozen words, Sacharissa was better. He did it because he treated words as pieces of letters that could be put together at any age, as the best had been in some tedious dispute between guilds and in a single column he read a probe in shock. The Guild Uproar William was simply not used to the idea of ​​evaluating. words purely in terms of their length, while she acquired the habit in two days, he had already had to stop calling Lord Venari head of the city, it was technically correct that if you spent some time with a thesaurus you could reach to that description and it fit in a single column, but the sight of the words had made William feel extremely exposed;

It was a reverie like this that allowed him to enter the printing shed with the team accompanying him and not notice anything wrong until he saw the expression on the dwarves' faces oh our writer said Mr. Pin stepping forward he closed the door Mr. Tulip Mr. Tulip closed the door with one hand the other was holding on to Sakaris her mouth She rolled her eyes at William and you brought me the puppy said Mr. Pin Waffles he started to growl as he approached William turned back the clock he will be soon said William Waffles still he growled on a rising note I'm not worried now he said Mr.

Pin not with what I know not with who I know where the damn vampire is I "I don't know, he's not always with us," William snapped, really, in that case, let us reply, said Mr. place the bow of your gun inches from Williams' face, if you don't arrive in 2 minutes, I will jump the shock absorbers on Williams' arm, his bark was the frantic one. ww of a small dog angry with Fury pin leaned back one arm raised to protect his face the bow shot the arrow hit one of the lamps on the press the lamp exploded a cloud of burning oil rained on the letterpress metal and the old horses of wood and dwarves, Mr.

Tulip released Sacharissa to help his colleague and in the slow dance of hurried events, Sacharissa turned and planted her knee hard and firm in the place that a pair of scissors did, something very funny, in fact, William caught her on the way. and he tossed her into the freezing air as he fought his way back through the stampede of the team that had the same instinctive reaction to fire as it did to soap and water. He was in a room full of burning Dey dwarves who were putting out trash fires. The dwarves were putting out fires in their beards, several of them were advancing towards Mr.

Tulip, who was kneeling and vomiting, and Mr. Pin was spinning around, waving at an enraged waffle who managed to growl while sinking his teeth into the pin's arm until the end. Bone William motioned for his hands to come out right now, he shouted the cans, one or two dwarves heard him and looked at the shelves of old paint cans just as the first one blew its lid off, the cans were now no older than rust. United. with chemical sludge, several others were beginning to burn. Mr. Pin danced across the floor trying to shake the enraged dog from his arm.

Get that damn thing off me. The Scream. Forget the dog. My suits on fire. The Scream. Mr. Tulip waved his sleeve. a can of what had once been anal paint took off from the fiery mess spinning with a zip zip noise and exploded in the press William grabbed a good mountain shoulder I said, come on, my press, sit on the fire, better than us Come on, he said to himself. of the dwarves who cared more about things like iron and gold than people because there was only a limited supply of iron and gold in the world, while there seemed to be more and more people everywhere you looked, it was mostly said by the people . like Mr.

Windling, but they cared fiercely about things without things, people were just shiny animals. The printers were gathered around the door. The axes were ready to choke. Brown smoke came out. The flames licked. Between the EES roof, several sections of the tin roof buckled and collapsed as it did so. then a smoking ball shot through the door and three dwarves who swung just barely managed to hit each other were waffles, the patches of skin were still smoking but his eyes were glowing and he was still moaning and growling, he let William pick him up. a triumphant air around him and he turned to look at the burning door with his ears pricked, that must be it, then said sarissa, they could have gone out the back door, he said good mountain bodney, some of you will go and check if you want , brave dog, this said William Brave would do it. rather distant sarissa it's only five letters it would look better in a single column in the sidebar no Plucky would work because then we have Brave dog bites the villains although that first line is a bit timid I wish I could think of the headlines said William shivering it was cold and humidity down here in the basement Mr.

Pin crawled into a corner and slapped the burns on his suit we're trapped tulip moan yes, this is Stone said Pin Stone floor stone walls Stone ceiling Stone doesn't burn Well we just stay calm and collected here and wait for it to pass. Mr. Tulip heard the sound of the fire above them. A red and yellow light danced on the floor beneath the basement hatch. I don't like it, he said, we've seen worse things. It's not like that, just stay calm, we'll get through this. I wasn't born to fry. Flames roared around the press. Some late paintings spun through heat by spraying burning drops.

The fire was yellow-white at the heart and now crackled around the metal forms holding the guy. Silver beads appeared around the leaden ink slugs. The letters moved and settled and ran together for a moment. The words themselves floated over the molten metal. Innocent words like you and the truth and they will make you fear and then they were. lost by the red-hot press and the wooden boxes and between the shelves and shelves of pipes and even from the carefully stacked piles of metal thin streams began to flow that met, merged and spread soon, the floor was a mirror moving wave in which orange and yellow flames danced upside down on Otto's workbench the salamanders detected the heat they liked Heat that their ancestors had evolved into volcanoes woke up and began to purr Mr. tulip walking up and down the basement like a trapped animal he picked up one of the cages and looked at the creatures, what are these things? he said and dropped it on the bench, then noticed the dark jar next to it and why is it in got andle.

Be careful with this one, the eels were already nervous, they could also detect heat and were creatures of deep caves and buried frozen streams there was a flash of darkness as they protested, most of it went straight through Mr. Tulip's brain, but what was left of That tattered organ had survived all his attempts to fight it, and in any case, Mr. Tulip didn't use it much because it hurt so much, but there was a brief memory of the snow, the fur forests, and the burning buildings in the church that they housed there. He had been little, he remembered big bright paintings, with more colors than he had ever seen. never seen before before he blinked and dropped the jar, which shattered on the floor, there was another burst of darkness coming from the eels that they desperately pulled out of the rubble and slithered along the edge of the wall, squeezing into the cracks between stones.

Mr Tulip turned towards a sound behind him his colleague had fallen to his knees and was clutching his head you're right they're right behind me pin he whispered not just you and me down here old friend friend Mr Tulip patted the Mr. pin on his shoulder the veins on his forehead stood out with the effort of thinking about what to do next. The memory was gone. The young tulip had learned to edit memories. What Mr. Pin needed was to remember the good times. Hey, remember when Booty Gart and his guys had us cornered back then. in Cellar in quirm he said remember what we did to him later yes he said Mr.

Pin looking at the blank wall I remember and that time with that old man who was in that house in genua and we didn't know so we nailed the door and shut up shut up just trying to see On the bright side we shouldn't have killed all those people Mr. Pin whispered almost to himself why didn't he say Mr. Tulip but Pin's nervousness had taken over him again he pulled the leather cord around his neck and felt the reassuring lump at the end a potato can be a great help in times of trial a tapping behind him made him turn around and he perked up anyway now we're fine he said it looks like it's raining silver drops. running down the cellar hatch that's not water shouted pin standing up the drops ran together became a constant stream splashed strangely and pooled under the hatch but more liquid spilled on top and spread across the floor pin and tulip leaning against the back wall that is hot lead said pin print your paper with it how much is there going to be down here it can't end more than a couple of inches it could be on the other side of the basement Otto's bench started to burn while the pool We touched it we need something to stand on said pin while it cools it won't take long in this cold yeah there's nothing here except us we're stuck in ENT Mr. pin covered his eyes with his hand for a moment and took a deep breath of air that was already It was getting very hot under the soft silver rain he opened his eyes again Mr.

Tulip was looking at him obediently Mr. Pin was The Thinker I have a plan he said yes, well, sure, my plans are pretty good, right, yes, come up. with some wonders, I've always said like when you said we should twist the and I'm always thinking about the good of the company, right, yeah, right, so this plan is not a perfect plan, but, screw it, give me. your dad, what suddenly Mr. Pin's arm stretched out his crossbow an inch from Mr. Tulip's neck, there's no time to argue, give me the damn potato, right now is not the time for you to think insecure, but trusting as always in the survival skills of the Mr.

Pin in a tight situation Corner Mr. Tulip passed the potato strip over his head and handed it to Mr. Pin. Right said Mr. Pin on the side of his face starting to twitch as I see it, you better hurry up, said Mr. Chulip, he's only a couple of centimeters out of the way. I see I'm a little man Mr. Tulip I couldn't stand me I wouldn't you are a big man Mr. Tulip I wouldn't want to see him suffer and he pulled the trigger it was a good shot I'm sorry he whispered as the lead splashed.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I wasn't born tofry. Mr. Tulip opened his eyes. There was darkness around them, but with a suggestion of stars overhead behind a cloudy sky, the air was calm but distant. He sings like the wind in the dead trees He waited a while to see if anything happened and then he said: "someone there just me", Mr. Tulip, part of the darkness opened his eyes and two blue glows looked at him, the bastard stole my potatoes . you, one death, only death will be enough. I think who was he expecting? Why claim him as one of them?

I never really thought that you ever speculated. All I know is that you must have your daddy and then everything will be fine, Mr. Tulip uttered the phrase without thinking, but now he returned to the Total Remembrance of the dead from a vantage point two feet off the ground and three year olds murmuring old women crying rays of light through hallowed windows the sound of the wind under the doors and all ears attentive to listen to the soldiers, us or theirs, it didn't matter when a war had broken out, this long death gave the Mr. Tulip's shadow a long, cold stare and that's true, you didn't think there were pieces.

You may have missed the sound of the wind beneath the doors, the smell of oil lamps, the fresh, tart smell of snow blowing in, and if I'm sorry for everything, he murmured, I was lost in a world of darkness without a potato next to him. name candelabras would be made of gold hundreds of years ago they would only use eating potatoes plucked from under the snow but the candelabras would have gold and an old woman said everything will work out if you have a potato was any god of some kind who would mention you at any time and damn, I wish they wouldn't let me deal with this kind of thing. death, you believe but you don't believe in anything.

Mr. Tulip was standing with his head bowed. More memories were coming back now like blood under a closed door and the knob was rattling and the lock had failed. Death nodded at least you still have your dad. I see that Mr. Tulip's hand flew to his neck. There was something hissy and hard there. The end of a rope had a ghostly glow. I thought he understood it. He said as his face lit up with hope. Oh well, you never know when a potato might show up, so it'll all be fine. What do you think, Mr. Tulip?

The swallowed lies did not survive long here and the most recent memories were squeezed under the door now bloody and vengeful. I think it will take more than a potato, he said, are you sorry for everything? More unused pieces of Mr. Tulip's brain that had Chuck down for a long time. Has it ever been opened or never been opened? How will I know? said Death waved a hand in the air along the arc described by his bony fingers a row of hourglasses appeared I understand that you are a connoisseur Mr. Tulip to a small extent, so am I I selected one of the glasses and I held up.

Images appeared around him, bright but insubstantial like Shadow, what did they say? surprise and each in their own way a work of some genius and certainly very collectible death took an hourglass while mr tulip tried to back away yes collectible because if I had to find a way to describe these lives mr tulip that word would be shorter death selected another hourglass ah nugar veli, you won't remember, of course, he was just a man who walked into your rather simple little hut at the wrong time and you are a busy man and can't be expected to remember everyone, keep in mind the mind, a brilliant mind. that might in other circumstances have changed the world condemned to be born in a time and place where life was nothing more than a desperate daily struggle, yet in his small village, until the day he found you sealing his shelter, he did everything the possible by Mr.

Tulip raised a trembling hand is this the part where my old life flashes before my eyes he said no that was the part now which part the part said death between your birth and your death not this Mr. Tulip This is your whole life as it passed before the eyes of other people when the Golems arrived it was already everywhere the fire had been fierce but it did not last long it had stopped because there was nothing left to burn the crowd that always shows up to see a fire then leaves dispersed until the next Considering that this one had not scored very high, since no one died, the walls were still standing, half of the tin roof had fallen in SLE had also begun to fall and was now hissing on the hot stone As William cautiously made his way through the debr the press was visible in the light of the few fires still burning William heard it sputtering under the repairable sleet he told the good mountain that followed him there is no chance of the frame such maybe rescue what we can look at I'm so sorry, it's not your fault said the dwarf kicking a smoking can and look on the bright side we still owe Harry King all his money don't remind me I don't need him to remind you rather William He wrapped his jacket around his sleeve and I moved part of the roof away.

The desks are still here. The fire can be funny like that. Good Mountain said sadly. And the roof probably kept the worst away. I mean, they're half charred but still usable. Oh well. , we are om and dry then said the dwarf now gliding towards sadly how soon do you want the next edition? look even at the quill there are even pieces of paper that are barely charred life is full of unexpected treasures he said good mountain I don't think you should come here Miss, this was for sarissa, who was making her way through the smoking ruins, it's where I work , he said, can you repair the press?

No, it's already done, it's junk. We have no press, no type, no metal. we have to get another press said sarissa evenly even an old one from junk would cost $1,000 he said well m look its gone theres nothing left i have some savings said sarissa pushing the rubble off her desk maybe we could get one of those little hand presses to continue im in debt William said but I could probably go into debt for a few hundred more. Do you think we could keep working if we put a tarp over the roof or should we move somewhere else? said sarissa i don't want to move a few days of work i should get this place in shape said william good mountain put his hands to his mouth hello this is sanity calling we don't have money there isn't much room to expand although sarissa said how magazines said sarissa while the SLE was sitting on his hair around him the other dwarves were scattering in a desperate rescue operation yes I know the newspaper is important but there is a lot of dead time in the press and well I'm sure there would be a market for something like that like a ladies magazine time out in the press said good mountain the press is dead how about it said William completely ignoring him oh fashion pictures of women in new clothes knitting that kind of thing and don't tell me it's too much? boring people will buy clothes, knitting, people are interested in that kind of thing.

I don't really like that idea, said William, you could also say we should have a Just For Men magazine, why not? What would you put in it? Oh no. I don't know articles about drinks, unused photos of women anyway, we would need more people to write for them, excuse me, said good mountain, a lot of people could write well enough for that kind of thing, said sarissa, if I were smart, no we could do it that's true and there is another magazine that would also sell said sarissa behind her a piece of press collapsed hello hello I know my mouth opens and closes she said good mountain any sound comes out cats said sarissa many people like them cats pictures of cats stories about cats I've been thinking about it you could call it completely cats to go with completely women and completely men completely knitting completely pastel I had thought about calling it something like the lady's housemate said sarissa but your title rings true I must admit that it sounds yes, that's something else, there are all the dwarves in the city for whom we could produce a magazine.

They, I mean, what's the modern dwarf wearing this season chain mail and leather? said good mountain suddenly she was perplexed what are you talking about it's always chain mail and leather sarissa ignored him the two were in a world of their own good mountain realized that it had nothing Having to do with the real one already seems like a waste, although said William, a waste of words. I mean, why are there always more of them. Sarissa gave him a gentle smack on the cheek. You think you are writing words that will last forever. It is not like this. "These things in the newspaper are words that last a day, maybe a week, and then they are thrown away," William said, "maybe some of them stay in people's heads, that's not where the newspaper ends," William said, quite the opposite.

What did you expect? books are words that come and go cheer up there's a problem said william yes we don't have enough money for a new printing press our shed has been burnt down we're out of business it's over do you understand sarissa looked down yes she said meekly i just hoped you wouldn't do it and We were so close so close William pulled out his notebook we could have run with this I have almost all I can do with it now is give it to Vimes Where's the leadership? William looked through the rubble Bodney was crouched next to the smoking press trying to see underneath there is not even a sign of the lead he said it has to be somewhere he said good mountain in my experience 20 tons of lead just don't get up and go wow it must have melted said bodney there are some stains on the floor the Seal said good mountain give me a hand here could you grab a blackened beam here i will help you said william he turning the desk hit it's not like i had There was nothing better to do, He grabbed onto a tangle of charred wood and pulled Mr.

Pin out, rising from the hole like he was a demon king. Smoke poured out of him and he was screaming a long, incoherent scream. Rose and Rose and took down Good Mountain with one round. He swept with his arm and then his arms went around William's neck and yet his jump propelled him up. William fell backwards, landing on the desk, and felt a stab of pain as a piece of debris pierced the flesh of his arm, but there was no time to think. About the pain that had happened, it was an impending pain that occupied his entire future, the creature's face was inches away, its eyes wide and staring through it at something horrible, but its hands were tightened around its neck. by William.

William would never have dreamed of using such a tired cliché. like Vice as a grip but when Consciousness became a red-walled tunnel the editor inside him said yes, that's what it would be like the sheer mechanical pressures that the eyes crossed the scream stopped the man he staggered to the side half crouching down when William raised his head he saw sacharissa taking a step back the editor was chattering in his head watching him look at her she would kick the man in the you know, it had to be the influence of those humorous vegetables it had to be and it had to put the story on its feet William Rose and waved frantically to the advancing dwarves with their axes lying in wait wait wait and look um Brother Pin winced at the pain in his arm looked down and saw in horror the evil length of the spike poking out Through the fabric of his jacket Mr.

Pin I tried to focus on the boy struggling with his arm, but the Shadows wouldn't let him. He wasn't sure now if he was still alive. Yes, that was it. He must be dead. All this smoke. People shouted. All the voices that whispered in his ear. This was some kind of hell, but he had a return ticket, he managed to straighten up, pulled the late Mr. Tulip's potato out of his shirt, held it up in a loft, took my potato, said proudly, okay, okay, William looked steadily the smoke. Face stained and red with his horrible Trump expression and then seeing the shrunken vegetable at the end of his string, his grip on reality was at that moment almost as slippery as Mr.

Pins and the people showing him a potato seemed mean only one thing, um, it's not. "A very funny one," he said, making a grimace as he pulled the pick. Mr. Pin's last train of thought jumped over the rails, he let go of the potato and with a movement that owed nothing to thought and everything to Instinct, he pulled out a long Dagger from the inside of his jacket. , the figure in front of him was fading into yet another shadow among many now and he rushed forward madly. William pulled out the metal and his hand flew in front of him and that for the moment was all Mr.

Pin ever knew. The SLE hissed in a The few embers that remained William stared at the bewildered face as the light in his eyes went out and the attacker slowly sank to the ground with one hand fiercely clinging to the potato oh said sacharissa distantly you stuck him blood dripping by William's sleeve I uh, I think he could use a bandage he said the ice shouldn't be hot he knew it but shock was filling his veins with a burning chill he was sweating ice sarissa ran forward ripping the sleeve of her blouse no "I think it's wrong," said William, trying to back away, "I just think it's one of those wounds fromWilliam looked at the blood on his hand and then at Otto standing on top of a pile of rubble with a shocked look on his face and a couple of packages in his hands, I'm only leaving for 5 minutes to shop. more seeds and I'm sure the whole place oh dear, oh dear, good mountain pulled a tuning fork out of his pocket and quickly tapped it on his helmet.

Boys, he waved his fork in the air. Are you coming to the mission Otto waved his hand gently as the dwarves began to sing no, I'm well under control, thanks anyway, he said, we know what this is all about, right? It was a mob, yes, there always is. a mob sooner or later caught my friend Boris, he showed them the black tape but they just laughed and I think they were behind all of us said William I wish I had had the chance to ask him some questions still you mean how is the First time you strangle someone? said Bodney or how old are you, Mr.

Killer? something started coughing, it seemed to come out of the man's jacket pocket. William looked at the stunned dwarves to see if anyone else had any clues. As to what he should do next, he reluctantly patted the greasy suit carefully and took out a thin, polished box. He opened it. A small green imp peeked out of its slot. H said, "What a personal disorganization," William said. a killer with a personal organizer from des the things to do section today is going to be interesting then said bodney the imp blinked do you want me to answer or not? it said insert name here requested silence despite my variety of sounds to suit any mood or occasion um your The previous owner is the previous one, said William looking down at the cooling Mr.

Pin, you are a new owner, said the Imp. Well, possibly, congratulations, he said that the Imp's warranty does not apply if the device is sold, rented, transferred, given away or stolen, unless it is in the original packaging and in foreign materials that by then you will have thrown it away and the second part of the warranty card that you have lost will have been completed and sent to sheet music and quoting the reference number which you didn't actually take note of. Do you want me to erase the contents of my memory? He pulled out a cotton swab and prepared to insert it into a very large ear erase memory and caress n your memory yes erase memory and caress n n said William and now tell me what exactly you are remembering, Ed, you have to press the recall button said the Imp impatiently and that will do what a small hammer hits me on the head and I look to see which button you pressed, why don't you remember?

Look, I don't make the rules that you have to press the button, it's in the manual. William carefully pushed the box to the side. There were several velvet bags in the dead man's pocket. He also put them on the desk. Some of the dwarves had gone a little way down the iron staircase to the cellar. Bodney went up again. outside again looking thoughtful there's a man down there said lying dead lead said William looking carefully at the bags I hope I really hope you could say he gave a bit of an impression he's a bit on the CED side and there's an arrow through his head William "You realize you were stealing a corpse," Sacharissa said, "Well," said William, distantly, "best moment," a bag overturned and the jewelry spilled onto the charred wood.

There was a muffled noise from the good mountain next to the gold jewelry where William emptied himself of the man's best friend. dwarf the other bags, how much do you think this lot is worth? He said that when the gems stopped rolling and shining, Manion had already taken out a lens from an inside pocket and was inspecting some of the larger stones, how many, oh, tens of thousands could be 100. thousand could be a lot more this one here It's worth 1500 I think and it's not the best of them he must have stolen them said sarissa no said William calmly we would have heard about a robbery that big we heard things that a young man would do certainly I have told you to check if he has a wallet do you have an idea ? and what a check for a damn wallet, you said William, this is a story.

I'm going to check his legs and I'm not looking forward to that either. but this is a story, we can get hysterical later, do it please, there was a half-healed bite on the dead man's leg. William rolled up his own TR leg for comparison while Sarissa, looking averted, pulled a brown leather wallet from her jacket, any clue as to who this is, William said, carefully measuring the teeth marks with his pencil, his mind feeling strangely calm. he asked if i was actually thinking about something everything seemed like a dream happening in another world um there's something done in the leather in the poker work said sarissa what are you doing he says he's not a very nice person at all he read it.

I wonder what kind of person would put that in a wallet. “Someone who wasn't a very nice person,” William said. Something else there's a piece of paper with an address on it, Sarissa said, uh, me. I didn't have time to tell you this uh William um what does he say? It's 50 nons such street um that's where those men caught me they had a key and everything uh that's your family's house isn't it? What do you want me to say? What to do with these Jewels, I said good mansion, I mean, you gave me a key and everything said sarissa nervously, but there was a man in the basement very drunk and he looked like Lord Vavi and then these men showed up and knocked out Rocky and then I .

I'm not suggesting anything, I said nice mansion, but if they aren't robbed then I know a lot of places that will give us a lot of money even at this time of night and of course they were very rude but there was really nothing I could do. with some immediate cash is the point I'm trying to make the girl and the dwarf realize that William was no longer listening, he seemed locked with a blank face in a small bubble of silence, he slowly approached the organizer towards him and pressed the button marked as call there was a muffled ouch what's that noise said sarissa it's like remembering an imp said William distantly like he plays his life backwards I used to have an earlier version of this he added the noise it stopped the imp said with great apprehension what uh, happened to him.

I took it to the store because it wasn't working properly. said William, that's a relief. said the imp. You'd be surprised at some of the terrible things people did to the Mark 1. What went wrong? thrown through a third floor window said William for not being useful this imp was a little brighter than most of the species he greeted cleverly testing the tests they seem fine that's brother pin said sarissa say something Mr. tulip and The voice became the wet growl of Sister Jennifer what I say it's not natural to talk to an inbox, this Mr. Tulip may be a passport to better times.

I thought we would get money, yes, and this will help us move forward a little bit. William ordered that the dog has personality, personality counts for a lot and legal precedent that inclination said bodney that liar what should I do with the jewelry he said good mountain I can add another $5,000 in Jews to your fee I want to know who is giving me these orders so as not to be stupid either my clients have a long memory and deep Pockets in their terror, the imp was jumping William pressed the pause button slant gave him the money he said slant was paying him did you hear him mention clients? you understand this is one of the men who attacked vetinari and they had a key to our house but we can't just keep the money said sarissa william pressed the button again they say a lie can spread around the world before the truth is out. start, obviously we, the Sakaris, started, he pressed the button weeding as around the well before the his ships started, he pressed the button again, grass, grass, grass, he can run around the world before the have your ships going, weeding around the world before the tro has your ships going, weed, weed, tro has your ships in payment, all right, said William. sarissa as she stood motionless shock retarded good mountain whispered can you take people that way mr good mountain said brusquely still with his back to them did you say you could get me another press?

I said they cost a handful of rubies maybe good mountain opened his If they are ours, then yes, well, in the morning I could buy a dozen presses, but it's not like buying candy. I want to go to the press in half an hour, said William Otto. I want pictures of the leg of a pin. I want quotes from everyone, even nasty old Ron. and a picture of utto waffles and I want a printing press I told you where we could get a printing press at this time of night the ground shook the piles of rubble moved All eyes turned to the illuminated windows of The Inquirer sarissa that William had been looking at, with Eyes wide, she breathed so deeply that Otto groaned, turned his face away, and began humming frantically. "Your press," she cried, "all you have to do is get it, yes, but just by stealing it," the dwarf began to borrow, he said.

William, and half of the jewels are yours. Mountain's nostrils flared, she just started screaming and then she said, you said half of it, yeah, come on. just do it guys, one of the investigators supervisors knocked politely on Mr. Carne's door, yes CLE dibler has appeared, but said the investigator's owner, no sir, but there is a young lady who sees it, is that lock of Miss Crips, said the supervisor, drying his hands on a The cloth Carney really brightened, yes, sir, she is a little in a state and that kind of word is with the smile of his flesh faded a little.

She had watched the fire from her window with great joy, but she had been smart enough not to go out. On the street, those dwarves were quite cruel from what she had heard and would surely blame him. In fact, he didn't have the slightest idea why the place had caught fire, but it wasn't unexpected, sir, it's Humble time. Foot, he said half to himself, sir, send them, would you? He sat back and looked at the paper spread on his desk. Damn dibler, the strange thing was that those things he wrote were like The Miserable Sausages He Sold You.

He knew them for what they were, but you still went to the end and came back for more. Inventing them was not as easy as it seemed, either of them had the ability to invent a story about a huge monster seen in The Lake in Hyde Park and five readers appeared swearing that they had seen it too common and ordinary. People like you could buy a loaf of bread. How did he do it? Carne's desk was covered in his own failed attempts. You needed a special kind of image. “Why sarissa?” he said, standing up as he crept into the room.

Take the chair. I'm afraid I don't have one for your friend. He nodded to William. Can I tell you how sad I felt when I found out about the fire? It's your office, William said. coldly you can say whatever you want beyond the window he could see the Torches of the guard arriving at the ruins of the old shed he took a step back don't be like that William said Sakara that's why you see Ronnie that we've come to you, Carney actually smiled, you've been a bit of a silly girl, haven't you? Yeah, well, all our money was sarissa sniffed.

The fact is, well, now we have nothing. We work so hard, so hard. Now it's all over. She began to sob. Ronnie Carney leaned across the desk and patted her hand. Is there anything she can do? He said, Yeah, well, I was hoping, I was wondering if I mean, do you think you could see clearly the way to letting us use one of your presses tonight? Carney rocked you what are you mad? sarissa blew her nose yes, i thought you'd probably say that she said sadly slightly appeased flesh leaned forward and patted her hand again "i know we used to play together when we were kids," she began.

Don't know. "I don't think we actually played," said Sakara, fishing in her bag, "you used to chase me and I used to hit you on the head with a wooden cow. Ah, here she is," she dropped the bag, stood up and aimed directly with one of the gun bows of the Late Mr. Pin In the editor, let us use your presses or I will shoot you in the head, he shouted. I think that's how you're supposed to say it. It is not like this? You wouldn't dare pull the trigger, Cary said, trying to crouch down. In her saddle was such a beautiful cow and one day I hit you so hard that one of her legs broke, said Sarissa dreamily, Carne looked imploringly at William, can't you make him see reason? "He said we only need the loan of one of your vises for about an hour, Mr.

Carney," William said as Sarissa kept the barrel of the bow pointed at the man's nose with what he judged to be a very strange smile on her face and then he will leave, what are you going to do? said Carney hey well first I'm going to tie you up said William I won't call them supervisors I think they're busy right now said sarissa Carney listened he seemed unusually calm downstairs he sank the printing staff of The Inquirer was in a circle around the good mountain, right, guys, they said the midget that's how every man who goes home early tonight because of pain works.He receives $100 head on, that's fine, it's an old custom and what happens if we don't go, said the foreman, picking up a sledgehammer. well said a voice next to his ear that's when your head hurts there was a flash of lightning and thunder Otto hit the air triumphantly yes he shouted as the princess ran madly towards the doors when you really need it there it is, come on try it one more time Castle the Thunder rolled again the vampire jumped up and down excited vest pales flying wow now we are cooking once again feeling the rhythm v a big castle Thunder was even stronger this time Auto did a little jig next to him with tears of joy running down his gray face music this is great, he shouted into the silence after the Thunder Roll William pulled a velvet bag from his pocket and threw it on the blotting paper of the desk Carney ogled at the jewelry worth $2,000 William said at least our admission to the guild I I'll leave them there, I don't need a receipt, we trust you.

Carney said nothing because of the gag he had been tied to his chair. At that moment sarissa pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I must have forgotten to put the pointed tip on the Arrow. she said as Carney fainted what a silly girl I am. I feel so much better saying you know in in ing in in ining I wonder what it means Gilla Good Mountain looked expectantly at William, who staggered as he tried to think straight. he said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose Triple Decker opens as wide as possible first line conspiracy revealed he understood the next line Lord Veterinari is innocent he hesitated on that but Let It Go people could argue about its general application later that's not It was the important thing at this moment yes he said he said good mountain and the next line I wrote said William handing him a page torn from The Notebook capital letters please capital letters as big as you can the salt that The Inquirer used for elves and people exploiting this said the dwarf reaching for a box of huge black letters is this news now it is said William flipped through the pages of his notebook you are going to write the story first said the dwarf there is no time ready a plot to The illegal takeover of Ank Moror was exposed last night after days of patient detective work on the part of the Watch Times.

The Times understands that two assassins, both now dead, were hired from outside the city to blacken Lord Venari's character and remove him as Patrici. an innocent man with a striking resemblance to Lord Vardi to be able to trick his way into the palace once inside wait wait on said good mountain what didn't get to the bottom of this they did it you did it I just said they've been working for days said William that it's true i don't have to say they weren't getting anywhere saw the look in the dwarf's eyes listen very soon i'm going to have a lot more nasty enemies than anyone really needs i would like vimes would be mad at me for making him look good instead of make him look bad, okay, still don't argue with me, good mountain didn't dare.

There was a look on Williams' face that the boy had frozen when he was listening to the box and now it had thawed in someone else, someone much more susceptible and much more less patient he looked like he had a fever now where was I once inside said the dwarf it's okay once inside don't make the times understand that Mr. veto was sarissa you said the man in the basement looked like veto yes haircut and all well the times understand that lord venari was overwhelmed at the moment of shock when he saw himself entering his office we understand that sarissa said yes it makes sense who is going to discuss where i was, his plan was thwarted by lord vetark dog waffles 16 who attacked both men paragraph the noise of this attracted the attention of the Lord Vard's secretary, Rufus drumn damn it, I forgot to ask him how old he was, who was then knocked unconscious paragraph The attackers tried to take advantage of the interruption in their what's the good word, oh yes, their dastardly plan and stabbed the drummer with one of Lord Bonar's daggers in an attempt to make him appear as if he were mad or a murderous paragraph acting with vicious cunning.

You are getting very good at this said sarissa dont interrupt him his bodney I want to know what the cowards did next with vicious cunning they forced the false Lord venari good word good word said good mountain putting furiously are you sure forc said sakar, they are not , They weren't the kind of men who asked nicely, William said forcefully. H forced the fake Lord Vardi to make a false confession to some servants who are attracted by the noise and then the three carry the unconscious Lord Vardi and hate for the dog waffles 16 took the stairs to The Stables paragraph, there they had prepared a scene to suggest that Lord Vard had been trying to rob the city, as already reported exclusively on sarissa, said just exclusively in the time paragraph, however, the waffles dog escaped from Dash. and he began a city-wide search by guards and criminals alike.

He was found by a group of public-spirited citizens to whom a piece of guy fell from Good Mountain's fingers, you mean filthy old Ron and that group of public-spirited citizens that William repeated nodding furiously and who kept him hidden while the cold ones winter storms had all of Stow Plains gaining speed as they reached Mor Fork, they were fast and heavy and, this time laden with malice, they took the form of hail, fist-sized balls of ice crushed into shingles. blocked the gutters and filled the streets with shrapnel hit the roof of the warehouse on the bright street one or two broken windows William paced back and forth shouting his words over the force of the storm, occasionally leafing through the pages of his Otto came out of the notebook and handed the dwarves a couple of iconographic plates, the team limped and crept up ready to add William stopped the last letters slotted into place, let's see how it looks so far said William good mountain Inked the type He put a piece of paper on the story and rolled a rolling pin over it without saying a word.

He handed it to Sarissa. Are you sure about all this? William she said yes, I mean some parts are you sure it's all true? "I'm sure it's all journalism," said William, "and what is that? It's supposed to mean that's pretty true for now, but do you know the names of these people?" William hesitated and then said Mr. Good Mountain, you can insert an extra paragraph anywhere in the story, right? That's not a problem, so set this up. the times can reveal that the Assassins were hired by a group of prominent citizens led by the times can reveal that he took a deep breath begin again the conspirators the times can reveal were led by William shook his head the evidence points to um evidence that the times can reveal reveals all the evidence that the times can reveal can reveal his voice trailed off this is going to be a long paragraph he said good Mansion William looked miserably at The Damp prove no, he said richly I think that's it, let it go in that he put a line saying that the times will help the clock with its investigations why we are not guilty of anything we have said good mountain just do it please William screwed the test in a bowl he threw it on a bench and walked away towards the press sarissa found him a few minutes later , a beautiful room offers a large number of corner holes, used mainly by those whose tasks require occasionally getting up from the bunk bed for a quiet smoke.

William was sitting on a pile of papers staring at nothing. Is there anything you want to talk about? She said no. Do you know who the conspirators are? No, so would it be true to say that you suspect you know who the conspirators are? He gave her an angry look. Are you trying to do journalism with me? I'm supposed to try it with everyone else, then, right? "Not you then," he said, sitting down next to her. William absentmindedly pressed a button in the disorganized grass. Weedle grass. Weedle, the truth is, he has his boots on. You don't get along very well with your father.

Sarissa started. What am I supposed to do? William said, that's his favorite saying, says it proves what Gable people are like, those men had control of our house, he's up to his neck in this, yeah, but maybe he just did it as a favor to someone else if my father is involved in something. "We'll be the leader," William said flatly, "if you don't know that you don't know the words, we won't join any team if we can't be Captain, but that would be a bit silly, wouldn't it be leaving them?" use your own house not only very very arrogant said William we have always been privileged you see privilege just means private law that's exactly what it means he just doesn't believe ordinary laws apply to him he really doesn't believe they can touch him and if they do they just will shout until they leave that's the word tradition and we're good at it shouting at people to get their way ignoring the rules is the word way to me obviously sarissa was careful not to do it I let her expression change and I wasn't expecting this William finished turning the box over and over in his hands.

You said you wanted to get to the truth, didn't you? Yes, but not this. I must have been wrong about something. I must have done it. Not even my father could be that stupid. I have to find out what's really been going on. You're not going to see it. Did you say Sarissa? Yeah, now he'll know it's over, so you should take someone with you. No, no, William, look, you don't know what my father's friends are like. They are educated to give orders. They know they are on the right side because if they are on it, then it must be the right side by definition.

They feel threatened, they are bare knuckle fighters except they never take off their gloves, they are bullies, bullies and bullies, bullies and the worst kind of bullies because they are not cowards and if you confront them they only hit you harder. They grew up. In a world where, if you were enough of a problem, they could make you disappear. You think places like the shadows are bad, so you don't know what happens on Park Lane and my dad is one of the worst, but I'm family. We care about family, so I'll be fine. Stay here and help them get the newspaper out.

A half-truth is better than nothing. She added bitterly, "What was that all about?" Otto said leaving the room as William Str. Oh. "He's going to see his father," said Sarissa, still bewildered, "who's not a good man, apparently he was very heated by him, very upset, excuse me," said a voice, the girl turned around but there was no one behind her, now the invisible speaker sighed, "no down here," it said. who looked at the deformed pink poodle, let's not waste time and said yes, yes, dogs can't talk, I did it in one go, well done, so maybe you have some strange mental power that statistics solved, so I couldn't avoid it.

I heard because I was hearing that the boy was getting into trouble, right? I can smell trouble, are you some kind of wolf? said Otto, yes, sure, I get very airy every full moon, the dog said disdainfully, imagine how much that interferes with my social life now look, but surely dogs can't talk sarissa began oh dear oh dear oh dear said gasbo I said I was speaking well not with so many words right wonderful thing phenomenology I haven't just seen a dollar go out the door and I want to see it come back well Lord, the word is as unpleasant a job as you will find in this city, no nobility said sarissa, a Cat can look at a king, right, that's legal, I guess so, so it works for dogs too, I have to work for dogs, if so. works for moggies bag of rats I know everyone I know Sir, the word is used for his butler to put out poisoned meat for the stray dogs, but he wouldn't hurt William, wouldn't he be a gambler?

Gasbo said, but if he does well we still get the $100, yeah, we can't stand by and let him do this, Otto said, I like William, he wasn't raised well, but try to be a good person without even making Coco sing. a song to help him, it's hard to go against it. your nature we must help him death placed the last hourglass back in the air where he fed there he said it wasn't that interesting what's next Mr. tulip are you ready to go? The figure sat on the cold sand looking into nothingness Mr. Tulip Death was repeated.

The wind stirred his robe so that a long ribbon of darkness emerged from it. I must feel so much, oh yes, it's such a simple word, but it has meaning here, it has substance, yes, I know. Mr. Tulip looked up, his eyes turned red and his face turned red. swollen, I think I'm sorry, you have to have a good race, yeah, so how long have I been dead looking at strange stars all the time in the world? Yeah, well, maybe I got that, maybe I won. There will be no more world to return to by then I think it doesn't work like that I understand that reincarnation can take place when whoever says that lives are serial you say that I could be alive before I was born Yes, maybe I can find myself and commit suicide said Mr.

Tulip looking at the sand no because you will never know and you may be leading a very different life good death he patted Mr. Tulip on the shoulder who shuddered under his touch youI will leave now a good size that you have there said Mr. Tulip slowly and laboriously that silver works craftsmanship if I ever saw it thank you said death and now I really must go but I will pass by here sometimes my door he added is always open the hunched figure walked away. He was left behind in the darkness but a new one appeared running madly through the not exactly sand he was waving a potato tied to a rope he stopped when he saw death and then in the amazement of death he turned to look behind him this had never happened before the Most people when they came face to face with death stopped Worrying about something behind them Is there someone behind me?

Can you see anyone? uh no, were you expecting someone? Oh, right, no one's right, Mr. Pin said, squaring his shoulders, yeah, ha, hey, look, I've got my dad's death, I blinked and then pulled out an hourglass. of your robe Mr. Pin ah the other one I've been waiting for you that's me and I have my daddy look and I'm very sorry for everything Mr. Pin was feeling quite calm now the mountains of Madness have many small plateaus of sanity death I stared at the madly smiling face, you're so sorry, oh yes, for everything, yes, in this moment, in this place, you declare that you are sorry, it's true, you got it, you're brilliant, so if you just show me how to get back, you wouldn't .

I would like to reconsider, I do not argue, I want what is owed, said Mr. Pin, I have my daddy look and I see that death reached into his robe and took out what to Mr. Pin at first glance seemed like a model miniature of himself, but there was a rat skull. looking out from under the little hood, death smiled, say hello to my little friend, he said, rat death reached out and grabbed the rope, hey, don't trust all in the tubers, what things seem may not be what which are, ah, I said death yet. Don't let anyone say I don't respect the law He snapped his fingers Return then to where you need to go The blue light flickered for a moment around the astonished pin and then disappeared Death sighed and shook his head The other had something in him that could be better He said but that one sighed deeply who knows what evil is hidden in the hearts of men the death of the rats he looked up from the party of the squeak of dad said death waved a hand in disdain well yes obviously I said I was just wondering if there was anyone else , William was sneaking from door to door and realized he was taking the long way around.

Otto would have said it was because he didn't want to arrive. The storm had eased somewhat, although stinging hail still bounced off his hat. larger balls of the Initial Onslaught filled the sewers and covered the roads the cars had skidded the pedestrians were hanging from the walls despite the fire in his head he took out his notebook and wrote stones larger than golf balls and made a mental note to compare one with the other. golf ball, just in case, a part of him was beginning to understand that his readers might have a very relaxed attitude about the guilt of politicians, but they were red-hot about things like the magnitude of the time in which he stopped in The Brass Bridge and took refuge in the Lee of one of the giant hippopotamuses splashed the surface of the river with a thousand little sucking noises.

The anger was now cooling for most of Williams' life. Lord Deward had been a distant figure staring out the window of his study into a room full of books that never arrived. he read as William stood docilely amidst the acres of good but threadbare carpet and listened well to the cruelty mainly now that he thought about it Mr. Windling's opinions dressed in more expensive words the worst part the worst part was that Lord Deward was never was wrong, it was not a position he understood in relation to his personal geography, people who took an opposing point of view were crazy or dangerous or possibly not even really people one couldn't argue with Lord, the word didn't.

It is an adequate argument, an argument to discuss. meant to debate, argue and persuade by reason what he had with William's father was a fiery fight. Freezing water dripped from one of the statues and ran down Williams' neck. Lord Deward used words with a tone and volume that made them as good as fists, but he had never used real violence, he had people for that, another drop of Thor's hail fell down William's spine, surely not even his father could be so stupid, he was wondering if he should hand everything over to the clock right now, but whatever they say about the vines.

In the end, the man had a handful of men and many influential enemies who had families dating back thousands of years and the same amount of honor you would find in dogfighting, no, he was a punishment, the guard was for others. who couldn't solve their problems in their own way and what was the worst that could happen so many things he thought as he set off again that it would be difficult to decide which was the worst a galaxy of candles burned in the middle of the floor in the corroded mirrors around the room They looked like the lights of deep-sea fish William walked past overturned chairs there was one upright although behind the candles he stopped ah William said the chair then Lord Deward slowly unfolded his lanky form of The leather hugged him and stood up. in the light. “Father,” William said.

I thought you would come here. Your mother always liked the place too. Of course, it was different in those days. William didn't say anything. She had been. I think this nonsense has to stop now, don. You didn't say Lord dward I think you're stopping father but I don't think you mean what I mean said Lord deward I don't know what you think you mean said William I just want to hear the truth from you Lord dward sighed The truth is, I had in mind the best interests of the city, you know, you'll understand, someday Vanari is ruining the place, yeah, well, that's when it gets tough, right?

William said amazed that his voice hadn't even started to sound. shakes I still mean everyone says that kind of stuff, right? I did it for the better The end justifies the means the same words every time Don't you agree then that it's time for a ruler who listens to the people maybe to which people? Did you have it in mind Lord? The soft expression of the word changed. William was surprised that he had survived so long. You're going to put this in your newspaper, aren't you? William didn't say anything. You can't prove anything. You know William intervened. light and Lord Deward saw the notebook.

I can taste enough. That's all that really matters. The rest will become a question of investigation. Do you know they call veterinarians vimes? Terrier Terriers, dig and dig and won't let go. Lord Deward put his hand on it. hilt of his sword and William heard himself think thank you, thank you until now I couldn't believe it, you have no honor, his father said still with the voice of exasperating calm, we will publish and you will be damned for answering the guard we gave him. no order I hope you didn't say William I hope you said do it like this and left the details to people like pins and tulips bloody hands with arms outstretched like your father I order you to leave this this you used to order me to tell the truth said William Lord Deward Se he drew oh William William don't be so naive William closed his notebook the words were easier for him now he jumped off the building and discovered that he could fly and what is this he said the truth that is so precious must be surrounded by a bodyguard of Lies the truth that is Stranger than fiction or the truth that still puts on its boots when a lie runs through the world, he took a step forward, that's your little phrase, right?

It doesn't matter anymore, I think Mr. Pin was going to try to blackmail and you know, I'm “As naïve as I am, you're going out of town right now, that shouldn't be too hard for you and you better hope nothing happens to me or Someone I work with or someone I actually know right now,” William shouted so loudly that Lord, the word shook back. Have you gone deaf and crazy right now and don't come back because if you do I'll publish every damn word you just said? said William took the organizer out of his pocket every damn word, do you hear me and not even Mr.