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had practice,” said Magrat darkly.
Nanny Ogg raised her eyebrows, but made no further comment. Instead she nudged Granny with her boot.
“Wake up, Esme,” she said. “Well done. We won.”
“Esme?”
Ridcully knelt down stiffly and picked up one of Granny’s arms.
“It must have taken it out of her, all that effort,” burbled
Nanny. “Ponder and the Librarian helped drag the stones back into position, occasionally using the Bursar as a lever. He was going through the rigid phase again.
They were unusual stones. Ponder noticed—Freeing Magrat and everything—“Ridcully looked up.288LOR06 ftttO LftDf£S“She’s dead,” he said.He thrust both arms underneath the body and got unsteadily to his feet.“Oh, she wouldn’t do a thing like that,” said Nanny, but in the voice of someone whose mouth is running on auto-matic because their brain has shut down.“She’s not breathing and there’s no pulse,” said the wizard.“She’s probably just resting.”“Yes.”Bees circled, high in the blue sky.