Peter Paul Rubens Hippopotamus and Crocodile Hunt

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‘There are a queue, you know,’ said the troll.
The Dean nodded politely. In Ankh‑Morpork a queue was, almost by definition, something with a wizard at the head of it. ‘So I see,’ he said. ‘And a very good thing, too. And if you will be so good as to stand aside, we’d like to take our seats.’
The trollhis voice became an incoherent squeak as the troll picked him up by the collar of his robe and propelled him out into the road.
‘You get in queue like everyone else,’ he said. There was a chorus of jeers from the queue.
The Dean growled and raised his right hand, fingers spread‑
The Chair grabbed his arm.
‘Oh, yes,’ he hissed., ‘That’d do a lot of good, wouldn’t it? Come on.’ prodded him in the stomach.‘What you fink you are?’ he said. ‘A wizard or something?’ This got a laugh from the nearest queuers.The Dean leaned closer.‘As a matter of fact, we are wizards,’ he hissed.The troll grinned at him.‘Don’t come the raw trilobite with me,’ he said. ‘I can see your false beard!’‘Now listen–‘ the Dean began, but