Edgar Degas Rehearsal on the Stage

Edgar Degas Rehearsal on the StageEdgar Degas Woman Combing Her HairFrederic Edwin Church The Andes of EcuadorFrederic Edwin Church Rainy Season in the Tropics
some reason the face of the Patrician loomed up at this point.
Once 'Where'd he go? Where'd he go?'
There was a maze of alleys around the doors. Cuddy leaned against a wall and fought for breath.
'There he go!' anyone else with any other kind of weapon . . .
So. A new type of weapon. Much, much faster than a bow. The Assassins wouldn't like that. They wouldn't like that at all. They weren't even keen on bows. The Assassins preferred to kill up close.
So they'd put the . . . the gonne safely under lock and key. The gods alone knew how they'd come by it in the first place. And a few senior Assassins would know about it. They'd pass on the secret: beware of things like this . . .

'Down there! He went into Grope Alley!'
'Slow down! Slow down!'
'Why?' said Detritus.shouted Detritus. 'Along Whalebone Lane!'He lumbered off in pursuit. Vimes put down his coffee cup.Whoever had shot those lead balls at him had been very accurate across several hundred yards, and had got off six shots faster than anyone could fire an arrow . . .Vimes picked up the pipes. Six little pipes, six shots. And you could carry a pocketful of these things. You could shoot further, faster, more accurately than