tribute: The Shepherd's Crown
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# Sir Terry Pratchett's final book, published posthumously.
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# The story is complete, but the length is substantially shorter than
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# other recent Discworld novels. Presumably it would have been expanded
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# if he had had more time to work on it....
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#
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%title The Shepherd's Crown (1)
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%title The Shepherd's Crown (7)
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# pp. 29-30 (Harper edition)
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%passage 1
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'It's an inconvenience, true enough, and I don't like it at all, but I
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know that you do it for everyone, Mister Death. Is there any other way?'
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"It's an inconvenience, true enough, and I don't like it at all, but I
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know that you do it for everyone, Mr. Death. Is there any other way?"
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NO, THERE ISN'T, I'M AFRAID. WE ARE ALL FLOATING IN THE WINDS OF TIME.
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NO, THERE ISN'T, I'M AFRAID. WE ARE ALL FLOATING IN THE WINDS OF TIME.
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BUT YOUR CANDLE, MISTRESS WEATHERWAX, WILL FLICKER FOR SOME TIME BEFORE
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IT GOES OUT -- A LITTLE REWARD FOR A LIFE WELL LIVED. FOR I CAN SEE THE
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IT GOES OUT--A LITTLE REWARD FOR A LIFE WELL LIVED. FOR I CAN SEE THE
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BALANCE AND YOU HAVE LEFT THE WORLD MUCH BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT, AND
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IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT...
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IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT....
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 30 ('she' is Miss Tick, a travelling witch who finds new witches;
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# 'under water' is spelled as two words; 'ducking' is accurate)
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%passage 2
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She sighed. It was such a shame when old customs disappeared. A good
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witch-ducking was something she had liked doing in the bad old days--she
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had even /trained/ for it. All those swimming lessons, and practice with
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knots at the Quirm College for Young Ladies. She had been able to defeat
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the mobs under water if necessary. Or at least work at breaking her own
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record for untying the simple knots they all thought worked on the nasty
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witch.
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Now, a bit of pond-dipping had become more like a hobby, and she had a
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nasty feeling that others were copying her after she passed through their
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villages. She'd even heard talk of a swimming club being started in one
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small hamlet over by Ham-on-Rye.(1)
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(1) A popular idea among the young lads, since they felt that everyone--
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and "everyone" definitely included the young ladies--should swim without
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their clothes.
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 37 (passage starts mid-paragraph; 'she' is Tiffany Aching)
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%passage 3
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Not for the first time, she wondered how it was that cats seemed to be
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able to be in one place one moment, and then /almost at the same time/,
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reappear somewhere else.(1)
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(1) She did not know it, but a keen young philosopher in Ephebe had
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pondered exactly that same conumdrum, until he was found one morning--
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most of him, anyway--surrounded by a number of purring, and very well fed,
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cats. No one had seemed keen to continue his experiments after that.
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 112-113 (the footnote has a misprint of mismatched quotes: "Chuffley')
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%passage 4
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Roland de Chumsfanleigh,(1) the young Baron on the Chalk /did/ want to be
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like his father in many ways. He knew the old man had been popular--what
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was known as an "old-school Baron," which meant that everyone knew what
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to expect and the guards polished up their armor and saluted, and did
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what was expected of /them/, while the Baron did what was expected of him,
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and pretty much left them alone.
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But his father had also been a bit of a bad-tempered bully at times. And
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/that/ bit Roland wanted to forget about. He particularly wanted to sound
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the right note when he called round to see Tiffany Aching at Home Farm.
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For they had once been good friends, and to Roland's alarm, Tiffany was
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thought of as a good friend by his wife Letitia. Any man with sense was
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wise to be fearful of a wife's best friends. For who knew what ... little
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secrets might be shared. Roland, having been educated at home and with
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limited knowledge of the world outside the Chalk, feared that "little"
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might be /exactly/ the kind of comment Letitia might share with Tiffany.
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(1) Pronounced "Chuffley" under the strange rule that the more gentrified
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a family is, the more peculiar the pronunciation of their name becomes.
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Tiffany had once heard a high-born visitor named Ponsonby-Macklewright
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(/Pwt/) refer to Roland as /Chf/. She wondered how they managed at dinner
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when /Pwt/ introduced /Chf/ to /Wm/ or /Hmpfh/. Surely it could lead to
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misunderstandings?
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 158
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%passage 5
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He kicked the helmet of his chief, the Big Man of the clan, and shouted,
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"There's elves here! I can smell it, ye ken!"
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And from every hole in turn, the clan of the Nac Mac Feegle poured out in
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their hundreds to deal with the ancient enemy, waving claymores and swords,
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yodeling their war cries:
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"Ach, stickit yer trakkans!"
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"Nac Mac Feegle wha hae!"
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"Gae awa' wi' ye, yer bogle!"
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"Gi'e you sich a guid kickin'!"
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"Nae king! Nae quin! We will nae be fooled agin!"
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There is a concept known as a hustle and bustle, and the Feegles were very
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good at it, cheerfully getting in one another's way in the drive to be the
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first into battle, and it seemed as if each small warrior had a battle cry
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of his own--and he was very ready to fight anyone who tried to take it
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away from him.
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"How many elves?" asked Rob Anybody, trying to adjust his spog.
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There was a pause.
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"One," said Big Yan sheepishly.
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 159 (passage starts mid-paragraph. 'oor' is accurate)
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%passage 6
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"This elf is oor prisoner. A hostage, ye ken. That means ye are nae tae
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kill it until ye are told." He ignored the grumbles from the clan. "As
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tae the rest o' ye, tak guard around yon stones. And if they come in
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force, show them what the Feegles can dae!"
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Daft Wullie said, "I can play the harmonica."
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Rob Anybody sighed. "Aye, weel, I suppose that puts the willies up me,
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so wud likely keep them awa'."
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 202
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%passage 7
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Sometimes, Tiffany thought, I am so /fed up/ with being young.(1)
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(1) A thought that she would most certainly grow out of, assuming she
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survived long enough.
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[The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett]
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@@ -441,8 +441,8 @@ allow knife and stiletto as possible tin opening tools
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wizard mode #wizintrinsic command
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additional tribute passages for The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic,
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Equal Rites, Mort, Sourcery, Wyrd Sisters, Pyramids, Guards! Guards!,
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Eric, Moving Pictures, Reaper Man, Witches Abroad, Snuff, and
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Raising Steam
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Eric, Moving Pictures, Reaper Man, Witches Abroad, Snuff,
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Raising Steam, and The Shepherd's Crown
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compile-time options SIMPLE_MAIL and SERVER_ADMIN_MSG for public server use
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database entries for Cleaver, Sunsword, Frost and Fire brands, and
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polymorph trap
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