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"
Because
dragons
have
to
mate
in
the
air
and
he
’
ll
never
be
able
to
fly
with
those
wings
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
I
’
ll
be
sorry
to
lose
the
bloodline
,
naturally
.
His
sire
was
Brenda
Rodley
’
s
Treebite
Brightscale
.
Do
you
know
Brenda
?
"
"
Er
,
no
,
"
said
Vimes
.
Lady
Ramkin
was
one
of
those
people
who
assumed
that
everyone
else
knew
everyone
one
knew
.
"
Charming
gel
.
Anyway
,
his
brothers
and
sisters
are
shaping
up
very
well
.
"
Poor
little
bastard
,
thought
Vimes
.
That
’
s
Nature
for
you
in
a
nutshell
.
Always
dealing
off
the
bottom
of
the
pack
.
No
wonder
they
call
her
a
mother
.
.
.
"
You
said
you
had
something
to
show
me
,
"
Lady
Ramkin
prompted
.
Vimes
wordlessly
handed
her
the
parcel
.
She
slipped
off
her
heavy
mittens
and
unwrapped
it
.
"
Plaster
cast
of
a
footprint
,
"
she
said
,
baldly
.
"
Well
?
"
"
Does
it
remind
you
of
anything
?
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Could
be
a
wading
bird
.
"
