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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.'

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silver dollars and eighteen copper pieces in profit, I make it,' said Tomjon.
'That was amazing,' said the Fool. 'I mean, the way they volunteered to go home and get some more money as well, after you gave them that speech about the rights of man.'
He dabbed some more ointment on his head.
'And the youngest one started to cry,' he added. 'Amazing.'
'It wears off,' said Hwel.
'You're a dwarf, aren't you?'
Hwel the least I can do,' said the Fool nervously. 'And I'm sure the little fellow would like something to quaff.'
Hwel gripped the edge of the table and opened his mouth to roar.didn't feel he could deny this.'I can tell you're a Fool,' he said.'Yes. It's the bells, isn't it?' said the Fool wearily, rubbing his ribs.'Yes, and the bells.' Tomjon grimaced and kicked Hwel under die table.'Well, I'm very grateful,' said the Fool. He stood up, and winced. 'I'd really like to show my gratitude,' he added. 'Is there a tavern open around here?'Tomjon joined him at the window, and pointed down the length of the street.'See all those tavern signs?' he said.'Yes. Gosh. There's hundreds.''Right. See the one at the end, with the blue and white sign?''Yes. I think so.''Well, as far as I know, that's the only one around here that's ever closed.''Then pray allow me to treat you to a drink. It's

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'Verence, King of Lancre,' said the ghost, and bowed. 'Do I have the honour of addressing Granny Weatherwax, doyenne of witches?'
It has already been pointed out that just because Verence came from a long line of kings didn't mean that he was basically stupid, and a year without the distractions of the flesh had done wonders as well. Granny Weatherwax considered herself totally unsusceptible to buttering up, but the king was expertly applying the equivalent of the dairy surplus of quite a large country. Bowing was a particularly good touch.
A muscle I indulged in a little trickery to arrange matters. Currently I am haunting her apron.'
'Not the first, either,' said Granny, automatically.
'Esme!'
'And I beg you, Granny Weatherwax, to restore my son to the throne.'
'Restore?'twitched at the corner of Granny's mouth. She gave a stiff little bow in return, because she wasn't quite sure what 'doyenne' meant.'I'm her,' she conceded.'You can get up now,' she added, regally.King Verence remained kneeling, about two inches above the actual ground.'I crave a boon,' he said urgently.'Here, how did you get out of the castle?' said Granny.'The esteemed Nanny Ogg assisted me,' said the king. 'I reasoned, if I am anchored to the stones of Lancre, then I can also go where the stones go. I am afraid

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troupe got under way a few hours before sunset, their four carts lurching off down the road that led towards the Sto plains and the big cities. Lancre had a town rule that all mummers, mountebanks and other potential criminalsjust paint and paper. Anyone could see that.'
Magrat opened her mouth to speak, ran the ensuing argument through her head, and shut it again.
'Where's Nanny?' she said.
'She's lying out on the lawn,' said Granny. 'She felt a bit poorly.' And from outside were outside the gates by sundown; it didn't offend anyone really because the town had no walls to speak of, and no-one much minded if people nipped back in again after dark. It was the look of the thing that counted.The witches watched from Magrat's cottage, using Nanny Ogg's ancient green crystal ball.'It's about time you learned how to get sound on this thing,' Granny muttered. She gave it a nudge, filling the image with ripples.'It was very strange,' said Magrat. 'In those carts. The things they had! Paper trees, and all kinds of costumes, and—' she waved her hands – 'there was this great big picture of forn parts, with all temples and things all rolled up. It was beautiful.'Granny grunted.'I thought it was amazing the way all those people became kings and things, didn't you? It was like magic.''Magrat Garlick, what are you saying? It was

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maid put her hand to her mouth. Her shoulders shook. Her eyes sparkled. A sound like escaping steam crept between her fingers.
I can't help it, Cutwell thought, I just seem to have this amazing effect on women.
'Is it a manjoined them with extreme reluctance but with remarkable self-control. Only the frantic bobbing of his adam's apple betrayed him. There was no doubt about it, he'd be no good for magic for days.
She turned and he caught a whiff of talcum powder. For weeks, dammit, for weeks.?' came Keli's voice from within. The maid's eyes glazed over and she tilted her head, as if not sure of what she had heard.'It's me, Cutwell,' said Cutwell.'Oh, that's all right, then. You can come in.'Cutwell pushed past the girl and tried to ignore the muffled laughter as the maid fled the room. Of course, everyone knew a wizard didn't need a chaperon. It was just the tone of the princess's 'Oh, that's all right then' that made him writhe inside.Keli was sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair. Very few men in the world ever find out what a princess wears under her dresses, and Cutwell

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'I demand to see the wizard,' she announced. 'Pray admit me this instant.'
'He's She beat on the door with renewed vigour, yelling with all the power in her lungs.
A voice by her ear said, 'It won't work. He 'eef very fstubborn.'rather busy at present,' said the face. 'Were you after a love potion?''A what?''I've – we've got a special on Cutwell's Shield of Passion ointment,' said the face, and winked in a startling fashion. 'Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure, if you know what I mean.'Keli bridled. 'No,' she lied coldly, 'I do not.''Ramrub? Maidens' Longstop? Belladonna eyedrops?''I demand —''Sorry, we're closed,' said the face, and shut the door. Keli withdrew her foot just in time.She muttered some words that would have amazed and shocked her tutors, and thumped on the woodwork.The tattoo of her hammering suddenly slowed as realisation dawned.He'd seen her! He'd heard her!

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Finding out about Albert tagged itself on to the end of his list of things to do.
HOLD THIS, said Death, and pushed a scythe into his hand while he swung himself up on to Binky. The scythe looked normal without ostentation and could slide between dimensions as easily as he could slip through a locked door, and they moved at an easy gallop through cloud canyons, past great billowing mountains of cumulus, until the wisps parted in front of them and the Disc lay below, basking in sunlight.
THAT'S BECAUSE TIME IS ADJUSTABLE, said Death, hen Mort pointed this out. IT'S NOT REALLY IMPORTANT.enough, except for the blade: it was so thin that Mort could see through it, a pale blue shimmer in the air that could slice flame and chop sound. He held it very carefully.RIGHT, BOY, said Death. COME ON UP. ALBERT. DON'T WAIT UP.The horse trotted out of the courtyard and into the sky.There should have been a flash or rush of stars. The air should have spiralled and turned into speeding sparks such as normally happens in the common, everyday trans-dimensional hyper-jumps. But this was Death, who has mastered the art of going everywhere