Jack Vettriano A Mutual Understanding

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a kind of very fine lace they make iii the city of Sto Helit,' said Glod.
Glod gave Buddy a lopsided look.
'That bit where you said "hello, baby",' he said. 'Why'd you do that?'
'Er...'
'I mean, it's not as if they even allow small children into the Drum.'
'I don't know. The de river. All those in favour say "Aye". Or Oook, as the case may be.'
There was another silence. No‑one rushed to pick up the instrument.
'But the thing is,' said Glod, 'the thing is . . . they did love us out there.'
They thought about this.
'It didn't actually feel . . . bad,' said Buddy.words were just there,' said Buddy. 'They were sort of part of the music . . .''And you were . . . moving about in a funny way. Like you were having trouble with your trousers,' said Glod. 'I'm not expert on humans, of course, but I saw some ladies in the audience looking at you like a dwarf looks at a girl when he knows her father's got a big shaft and several rich seams.''Yeah,' said Cliff, 'and like when a troll is thinking: hey, will you look at der strata on dat one . . .''You're certain you've got no elvish in you, are you?' said Glod. 'Once or twice I thought you were acting a bit . . . elvish.''I don't know what's happening!' said Buddy.The guitar whined.They looked at it.'What we do is,' said Cliff, 'we take dat and throw it in

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flask. Mad Drongo Adrian slammed the lid down, in total terror of the Archchancellor.
And then they could hear it . . . a persistent faint beat, rebounding off the inner walls of the glass flask.
The students peered in at it.
There was something in there. A sort of movement in the air . . .
'I trapped it in thesome people born with the instinctive feeling that the universe is solvable.
Ridcully patted him on the shoulder.
'You never thought that being a wizard was going to be easy, did you?'
Ponder stared at the jar, and then his mouth snapped into a thin line of determination.
'Right! We're going to sort this out! It must be something to do with the frequency! That's right! Tez the Terrible, get the crystal ball! Skazz, fetch the roll of steel wire! It must be the frequency!'
The Band With Rocks In slept the night away in a single males' hostel in an alley off Gleam Drum last night.''That's not possible,' said Ponder. 'You can't trap music.''That isn't Klatchian mist, lad.''It's been in that mug since last night?' said Ponder.'Yes.''But that's not possible!'Ponder looked absolutely crestfallen. There are

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There was a long‑drawn‑out wail in the key of A, and then the organ exploded.
The history He was wondering if he'd be allowed to paint his bedroom black .
. . . the beat went on . . .
The lifetimer of Imp stood in the middle of the huge desk. The Death of Rats of the subsequent seconds was put together during a discussion in the Uncommon Room where the wizards went for a stiff drink or, in the Bursar's case, a warm milk shortly afterwards.The Lecturer in Recent Runes swore that the 64‑foot Gravissima organ pipe went skywards on a pillar of flame.The Chair of Indefinite Studies and the Senior Wrangler said that when they found the Librarian upside down in one of the fountains in Sator Square, outside the University, he was going 'ook ook' to himself and grinning.The Bursar said that he'd seen a dozen naked young women bouncing up and down on his bed, but the Bursar occasionally said things like this anyway, especially when he'd been indoors a lot.The Dean said nothing at all.His eyes were glazed.Sparks crackled in his hair.

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lost it because he'd put it in a bowl in front of him while he played, in the same way that a hunter puts out decoys to get ducks. The next time he'd looked down, it had gone.
People came to 'No, it's the honest truth, I'm–’ The fat guard frowned and looked down.
'You've just been waiting all your life to say that, ain't you, Nobby,' he said. ' I bet you was born hoping that one day someone'd say "That's a harp" so you could say "lyre", on account of it being a pun or play on words. Well, har har.'
Imp stopped playing. It was impossible to continue, in the circumstances.Ankh‑Morpork to seek their fortune. Unfortunately, other people sought it too.And people didn't seem to want bards, even ones who'd won the mistletoe award and centennial harp in the big Eisteddfod in Llamedos.He'd found a place in one of the main squares, tuned up and played. No‑one had taken any notice, except sometimes to push him out of the way as they hurried past and, apparently, to nick his bowl. Eventually, just when he was beginning to doubt that he'd made the right decision in coming here at all, a couple of watchmen had wandered up.'That's a harp he's playing, Nobby,' said one of them, after watching Imp for a while.'Lyre.'

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down. His tail thumped uncertainly.
'Knew I'd find you sooner or later,' he said. 'The old nose, eh? Finest instrument known to dog.'
There was another growl. Gaspode whimpered a bit.
'The thing is,' he You heard 'em howl. Oh, yes, Death To The Humans, All Right. But under all that there's the fear. There's the voice sayin': Bad Dog. And it don't come from anywhere but inside, right from inside the bones, 'cos humans made dogs. I knows this. I wish I didn't, but there it is. That's the Power, knowin'. I've read books, I have. Well, chewed books.'
The darkness was silent.
'And you're a wolf and human at the same time, right? Tricky, that. I can see that. Bit of a dichotomsaid, 'the thing is . . . the actual thing is, see . . . the thing what I've been sent to do . . .'Late man heard sounds like that, too. Just before he became late.'I can see you . . . don't want to talk right now,' said Gaspode. 'But the thing is . . . now, I know what you're thinking, is this Gaspode obeyin' orders from a human?'Gaspode looked conspiratorially over his shoulder, as if there could be anything worse than what was in front of him.'That's the whole mess about being a dog, see ?' he said. 'That's the thing what Big Fido can't get his mind around, see ? You looked at the dogs in the Guild, right ?y, sort of thing.

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'Where is your authority?' Quirke stared at the crowd. Hah! I suppose you'll say this armed mob is your authority, eh?'
Carrot looked shocked.
'No. The Laws and Ordinances of Ankh-Morpork, sir. It's all down here. Can you tell me what evidence you have against the prisoner Coalface?'
'That damn troll? It's a troll!'
'Yes?'
Quirke looked around.
'Look, I don't haveA couple of members of the Day Watch appeared cautiously in the doorway.
Everyone became aware of a rattling noise. Nobby was spinning the morningstar round and round on the end of its chain, except that because the spiky ball was a very heavy spi to tell you with everyone here—''As a matter of fact, according to the rules, you do. That's why it's called evidence. It means "that which is seen".''Listen!' hissed Quirke, leaning towards Carrot. 'He's a troll. He's as guilty as hell of something. They all are!'Carrot smiled brightly.Colon had come to know that smile. Carrot's face seemed to go waxy and glisten when he smiled like that.'And so you locked him up?''Right!''Oh. I see. I understand now.'Carrot turned away.'I don't know what you think you're—' Quirke began.People hardly saw Carrot move. There was just a blur, a sound like a steak being thumped on a slab, and the captain was flat on the cobbles.

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The hatch shut. There was the sound of bolts being pulled back by someone who was not at all convinced it was a good idea and would be asking searching questions in a minute.
'Got a piece of All right, no-one panic, just stop what you're doing, stop what you're doing, please. I'm Corporal Nobbs, Ankh-Morpork City Ordnance Inspection City Audit—' The piece of paper was waved in front of the man's eyes at vision-blurring speed, and Nobby's voice faltered a bit as he contemplated the epaper on you, Fred? Quick!''Yes, but—' said Sergeant Colon.'Any paper! Now!'Colon fumbled in his pocket and handed Nobby his grocery bill just as the door opened. Nobby swaggered in at high speed, forcing the man inside to walk backwards.'Don't run off!' he shouted, 'I haven't found anything wrong—''I wasn't r—''—YET!'Carrot had time to get an impression of a cavernous place full of complicated shadows. Apart from the man, who was fatter than Colon, there were a couple of trolls who appeared to be operating a grindstone. Current events did not seem to have penetrated the thick walls.nd