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'What did you say your name was?'
The stranger remained silent.
'Not that it matters,' said Corporal Cotton. ' In the. . .'
KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION?
'. . . right . . . 'I suppose it's legal for me to go in licensed premises?' said Susan, as Ankh‑Morpork appeared on the horizon again.
SQUEAK.
The city slid under them again. Where there were wiwe give you a new name. You start out afresh.'He beckoned to another man.'Legionary . . . ?''Legionary . . . er . . . ugh . . . er . . . Size 15, Sir.''Right. Take this . . . man away and get him a . . .' he snapped his fingers irritably, '. . . you know . . . thing . . . clothes, everyone wears them . . . sand‑coloured–’UNIFORM?The corporal blinked. For some inexplicable reason the word 'bone' kept elbowing its way into the melt­ing, flowing mess that was his consciousness.'Right,' he said. 'Er. It's a twenty‑year tour, legion­ary. I hope you're man enough for it.'I LIKE IT ALREADY, said Death.