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Six Beneficient Wind had the same sense of humour as a chicken casserole. True, he played the accordion for amusement, and he disliked cats intensely, and had a habit of dabbing his upper lip with his napkin after his tea ceremony in a way that made Mrs Beneficient Winds commit murder in her mind on a regular basis over the years. And he kept his money in a small leather shovel purse, and counted it out very thoroughly whenever he made a purchase, especially if there was a queue behind him.

People are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a miracle. But of course if someoe is killed by a freak chain of event - the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there - that must also be a miracle. Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

There is a curse.

They say: May you live in interesting times.

Return to where?" Lord Vetinari turned to face him. "Not, let me make it clear, to the Counterweight continent",he said. "This is not one of those birds the Agatean Empire uses for its message service. It is a well-known fact that we have no contact with that mysterious land. And this bird is not the first to arrive here for many years,and it did not bring a strange and puzzling messages. Do I make myself clear?" "No." "Good." "This is not an albatross?" The Patrician smiled. "Ah,I can see you're getting the hang of it.