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You don't understand!" screamed the tourist, above wanted to see dragons!"
"From the inside?" shouted Rincewind. "Shut up and ride!" He whipped at his horse with the reins and stared at the woods ahead, trying to drag it closer by sheer willpower. Under those trees they'd be safe. Under those trees no dragons could fly... He heard the clap of wings before shadows folded around him. Instinctively he rolled "But, the dragons-" said Twoflower, entranced.
"Blast the-" began the wizard, and froze. Another dragon had peeled off from the circling dots overhead and was gliding towards them. Rincewind let go of Twoflower's horse, swore bitterly, and spurred his own mount towards the trees, alone. He didn't look back at the sudden commotion behind him and, when a shadow passed over him, merely in the saddle and felt the white-hot stab of pain as something sharp scored a line across his shoulders.Behind him Hrun screamed, but it sounded more like a bellow of rage than a cry of pain. The barbarian had vaulted down into the heather and had drawn the black sword, Kring. He flourished it as one of the dragons curved in for another low pass."No bloody lizard does that to me!" he roared.Rincewind leaned over and grabbed Twoflower's reins."Come on," he hissed.

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Pantalaimon bristled warningly, and she knew what he meant at once. So these men didn't know who she was! They hadn't kidnapped her because of her connection with Mrs. Coulter; so perhaps they weren't in the pay of the Gobblers after all.
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"Lissie Broogs," he said after her. "We take you nice place. Nice peoples."
"Who are you?"
"back briefly. All the time the sledge was speeding onward, and Lyra pulled herself up more comfortably to try and see where Samoyed peoples. Hunters.""Where are you taking me?""Nice place. Nice peoples. You have panserbjorne?""For protection.""No good! Ha, ha, bear no good! We got you anyway!"He laughed loudly. Lyra controlled herself and said nothing."Who those peoples?" the man asked next, pointing back the way they had come."Traders.""Traders...What they trade?""Fur, spirits," she said. "Smokeleaf.""They sell smokeleaf, buy furs?""Yes."He said something to his companion, who spoke