Puck is sprawled full-length on a couch downstairs, and he is exhausted.
Well all right, that isn't quite so. The fae are slow to tire, and Puck especially. It's also true that Ankh-Morpork's truly suicidal traffic patterns, and his occupation as a footman-and-or-spy, both do wonders to keep him entertained.
But the coup is so slow, and what he
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