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coach slowed to a halt in front of the barricade across the road.
The bandit chieftain adjusted his eyepatch. He had two good eyes, but people respect uniforms. Then he strolled toward the coach.
“Morning, Jim. What’ve we got today, then?”
“Uh. This a robbery,” he said. “I’d like you to think of it more as a colorful anecdote you might enjoy telling your grandchildren about.”
A voice from within said, “That’s him! He stole my horse!”
A wizard’s staff poked out. The chieftain saw the knob on the end.
“Now, then,” he said, pleasantly. “I know the rules.could be difficult,” said the coachman. “Uh, there’s a handful of wizards. And a dwarf. And an ape.” He rubbed his head, and winced. “Yes. Definitely an ape. Not, and I think I should make this clear, any other kind of man-shaped thing with hair on.”“You all right, Jim?”“I’ve had this lot ever since Ankh-Morpork. Don’t talk to me about dried frog pills.”The bandit chief raised his eyebrows.“All right. I won’t.”He knocked on the coach door. The window slid down.128LORQ6 ft/YQ LfiDIEQ“I wouldn’t like you to think of this as