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with us?"
    Evil Harry looked embarrassed. "Well, I'd like to," he said. "But... well, I'm Evil Harry, right? You can't trust me an inch. First chance I get, I'll betray you all, stab you in the back or something... I'd have to, see? Of course, if it was up to me , it'd be different... but I've got a reputation to think about, right? I'm Evil Harry. Don't ask me to come."
    "Well spake," said Cohen. "I like a man I can't trust. You know where you stand with an untrustworthy man. It's the ones you ain't never sure about who give you grief. You come with us, Harry. You're one of us. And your lads, too. New ones, I see..." Cohen raised his eyebrows.
    "Well, yeah, you know how it is with the really stupid henchmen," said Evil. "This is Slime —"
    "... nork nork," said Slime.
    "Ah, one of the old Stupid Lizard Men," said Cohen. "Good to see there's one left. Hey, two left. And this one is— ?"
    "... nork nork."
    "He's Slime, too." said Evil Harry, patting the second lizard man gingerly to avoid the spikes. "Never good at remembering more than one name, your basic lizard man. Over here we have..." He nodded at something vaguely like a dwarf, who gave him an imploring look.
    "You're Armpit," prompted Evil Harry.
    "Your Armpit," said Armpit gratefully.
    "... nork nork," said one of the Slimes, in case this remark had been addressed to him.
    "Well done, Harry," said Cohen. "It's damn hard to find a really stupid dwarf."
    "Wasn't easy, I can tell you." Harry admitted proudly as he moved on. "And this is Butcher."
    "Good name, good name," said Cohen, looking up at the enormous fat man. "Your jailer, right?"
    "Took a lot of finding," said Evil Harry, while Butcher grinned happily at nothing. "Believes anything anyone tells him, can't see through the most ridiculous disguise, would let a transvestite washerwomen go free even if she had a beard you could camp in, falls asleep real easily on a chair near the bars and —"
    "— carries his keys on a big hook on his belt so's they can be easily lifted off!" said Cohen. "Classic. A master touch, that. And you've got a troll, I see."
    "Dat's me," said the troll.
    "... nork, nork."
    "Dat's me."
    "Well, you've got to have a troll, haven't you?" said Evil Harry. "Bit brighter than I'd like, but he's got no sense of direction and can't remember his name."
    "And what do we have here?" said Cohen. "A real old zombie? Where did you dig him up? I like a man who's not afraid to let all his flesh fall off."
    "Gak," said the zombie.
    "No tongue, eh?" said Cohen. "Don't worry, lad, a blood-curdling screech is all you need. And a few bits of wire, by the look of it. It's all a matter of style."
    "Dat's me."
    "... nork nork."
    "Gak."
    "Dat's me."
    "Your Armpit."
    "They must make you proud. I don't know when I've ever seen a more stupid bunch of henchmen," said Cohen, admiring. "Harry, you're like a refreshin' fart in a roomful of roses. You bring 'em all along. I wouldn't hear of you staying behind."
    "Nice to be appreciated," said Evil Harry, looking down and blushing.
    "And what else've you got to look forward to, anyway?" said Cohen. "Who really appreciates a good Dark Lord these days? The world's too complicated now. It don't belong to the likes of us any more... it chokes us to death with cucumbers."
    "What are you actually going to do , Cohen?" said Evil Harry.
    "... nork, nork."
    "Well. I reckon it's time to go out like we started," said Cohen. "One last roll of the dice." He tapped the keg again. "It's time," he said, "to give something back."
    "... nork, nork."
    "Shut up."

At night rays of light shone through holes and gaps in the tarpaulin. Lord Vetinari wondered if Leonard was getting any sleep. It was quite possible that the man had designed some sort of contrivance to do it for him.
    At the moment, there were other things to concern him.
    The dragons were travelling in a ship of their own. It was far too dangerous to have them on board anything else. Ships were made of wood, and even when in a