John William Waterhouse Apollo and Daphne

John William Waterhouse Apollo and DaphneVincent van Gogh On the Outskirts of ParisVincent van Gogh Ladies of ArlesSalvador Dali The Ecumenical CouncilSalvador Dali The Cellist Ricardo Pichot
find out what was actually being sung you would have to go all the way back down to the dying fire by the standing stone, where the cross-resonances and waves of conflicting echoes focused on a small, elderly woman who was waving an empty bottle.
'—with a snail if you slow to a crawl, but the hedgehog—'
'It tastes better at the bottom of the bottle, doesn't it,' Magrat said, trying to drown out the chorus.
'That's right,' said Granny, draining her cup.
'Is there Nanny Ogg stopped singing.
'Yes,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'Well.'
Magrat became aware of an uncomfortable atmosphere.
'You did tell the truth, didn't you?' she said. 'They really are brothers, aren't any more?''I think Gytha finished it, by the sound of it.'They sat on the fragrant heather and stared up at the moon.'Well, we've got a king,' said Granny. 'And there's an end of it.''It's thanks to you and Nanny, really,' said Magrat, and hiccupped.'Why?''None of them would have believed me if you hadn't spoken up.''Only because we was asked,' said Granny.'Yes, but everyone knows witches don't lie, that's the important thing. I mean, everyone could see they looked so alike, but that could have been coincidence. You see,' Magrat blushed, 'I looked up droit de seigneur. Goodie Whemper had a dictionary.'