#lady ramkin

He became terribly aware that Lady Ramkin had moved, and saw to his horror that she was striding towards the dragon, chin stuck out like an anvil.

Guards! Guards! Page 217

Lady Ramkin manages to control the dragon by treating it like any other dragon. That is until she breaks eye contact a couple of seconds later. All that’s left is the threat of the slipper!The fun of this was imagining Lady Ramkin still in her ridiculous dance dress, along with boots and gauntlets.

“Don’t you mean pork, sir?” said Carrot warily, eying the glistening tubes.

“Manner of speaking, manner of speaking,” said Throat quickly. “Certainly your actual pig products. Genuine pig.”

Guards! Guards! Page 193

The watch arrives at the city square, where some kid with a sword is challenging the dragon. As always in Ankh Morpork, capitalism trumps public safety. In the process, Carrot and Lady Ramkin witness Cut Me Own Throat’s pork… products for the first time.

I tried to make the scene frame the crowd as much as possible. Perhaps I should have zoomed back just a little bit more.

“They’re chaining a woman to a rock!

“Guards! Guards! Page 343

Lady Ramkin is dragged to the city center to be chained to a rock to be served to the dragon. Where they got the rock is a bit of a mystery. Ankh Morpork is on loam.

I tried to keep from making Sybil look like a victim as much as possible.

Lady Ramkin appeared. He got a brief, blurred vision of her bounding through the doorway, screaming, and it might’ve been the last thing he remembered if a guard hadn’t had the presence of mind to trip her up as she hurtled down the steps.

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The dragon’s diet consists of maidens of high birth. But this is Ankh Morpork and maidens are hard to find. So the day watch is sent to find the most high-born maiden in the city, Lady Ramkin. She doesn’t go quietly.

It was tricky fitting this scene into this setting and probably would work better in a letterbox format. Still, I was mostly happy with how it turned out.