Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the MagiThomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, VeniceJean Francois Millet The Walk to Work
Carrot, 'definitely a strong-minded woman, eh?''Too true,' said Vimes.Something crunched under Carrot's enormous sandal.'More glass,' he said. 'It went a long way, didn't it.''Exploding dragons! What an imagination the girl has.''Woof mindedly kicked him into the gutter and had gone a few steps before they suddenly thought: I'm a bastard, what am I?
'There is something up there,' said Carrot. 'Look . . . something blue, hanging off that gargoyle.'
'Woof woof, woof! Would you credit it?'
Vimes stood on Carrot's shoulders and walked his hand up the wall, but the little blue strip was still out of reach.
The gargoyle rolled a stony eye towards him.
'Do you mind?' said Vimes. 'It's hanging on your ear With a grinding of stone on stone, the gargoyle reached up a hand and unhooked the intrusive material.
'Thank you.'woof,' said a voice behind them.'That damn dog's been following us,' said Vimes.'It's barking at something on the wall,' said Carrot.Gaspode eyed them coldly.'Woof woof, bloody whine whine,' he said. 'Are
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