How did you start? She seemed to be expecting something.
He shrugged, and picked up his wine glass and sought for a phrase. One crept into his wildly resonating mind.
'Here's looking at you, kid,' he said.
The gongs of various midnights banged out the old day.
(. . . and further towards the Hub, where the Ram-top Mountains joined the forbidding spires of the central massif, where strange hairy creatures roamed the eternal snows, where blizzards howled around the freezing peaks, the lights of a lone lamasery shone out over the high valleys. In the courtyard a couple of yellow-robed monks stacked the last case of small green bottles on to a sleigh, ready for the first leg of the incredibly difficult journey down to the distant plains. The box was labelled, in careful brush-strokes, 'Mstr. C.M.O.T. Dibbler, Ankh-Morpork.'
'You know, Lobsang,' said one of them, 'one cannot help wondering what it is he does with this stuff.')
Corporal Nobbs and Sergeant Colon lounged in the shadows near the Mended Drum, but straightened up as Carrot came out bearing a tray. Detritus the troll stepped aside respectfully.
'Here we are, lads,' said Carrot. 'Three pints. On the house.'
'Bloody hell, I never thought you'd do it,' said Colon, grasping a handle. 'What did you say to him?'
'I just explained how it was the duty of all good citizens to help the guard at all times,' said Carrot innocently, ' 'and I thanked him for his co-operation.''
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