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hard to know if animals understand obligations, or the nature of transactions. But that doesn’t matter. They’re built into witchcraftcomb her ears.
They had broken in somewhere. She could feel it in the trees, in the minds of tiny animals. She was planning some-thing. Something soon. There was of course nothing special about midsummer in the occult sense, but there was in the minds of people. And the minds of people was where eleves were strong.
Granny knew that sooner or later she’d have to face the Queen. Not Magrat, but the real Queen.
And she would lose.. If you want to really upset a witch, do her a favor which she has no means of repaying. The unful-filled obligation will nag at her like a hangnail.Granny Weatherwax had been riding the hare’s mind all night. Now she owed it something. There’s be bread and milk left outside for a few days.You had to repay, good or bad. There was more than one type of obligation. That’s what people never really under-stood, she told herself as she stepped back into the kitchen. Magrat hadn’t understood it, nor that new girl. Things had to balance. You couldn’t set out to be a good witch or a bad witch. It never worked for long. All you could try to be was a witch, as hard as you could.She sat down by the cold hearth, and resisted a tempta-tion to

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all our money and things.
And then there’s nighttime robbery, which is like daytime
robbery except they set fire to the coach so’s they can see
what they’re about. Twilight robbery, now, your basic twi-
light robbery is—“
“Are you saying,” said Ridcully, “that getting robbed is included in the price?”
“Bandits’ Guild,” said the coachman. “Forty dollars per head, see. It’s a kind of flat rate.”
“What happens if we don’t pay it?” said Ridcully.
“You end up flat.”
“Oook?”
Nanny Ogg’s broomstick skimmed a few feet above the for-est paths, cornering so fast that her boots scraped through the leaves. She leapt off at Granny Weather-wax’s cottage so quickly that she didn’t switch it off, and it kept going until it stuck in the privy.
LQR08 ft/YO LftOIEQThe wizards went into a huddle.“We’ve got a hundred and fifty dollars,” said Ridcully.“We can’t get any more out of the safe because the Bursarate the key yesterday”“Can I try an idea, sir?” said Ponder.“All right.”Ponder gave the coachman a bright smile.“Pets travel free?” he suggested.

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THE CHOCOLATE OUGHT TO MELT OUT WHEN THEY’RE BAKED. HOW DO THEY DO IT, DO YOU THINK?
“Tis probably a craft secret,” said Jason. “I never asks that kind o’ question.”
GOOD MAN. VERY WISE. I MUST—
He had to ask, if only so’s he’d always know that he had asked.
“M’lord?”a change in the air movement which suggested to Jason that the speaker was now standing in front of him.
ARE YOU A MAN OF FAITH, MR. OGG?
Jason gave this some swift consideration. Lancre was not
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knee-deep in religions. There were the Nine Day Wonderers, and the Strict Offlians, and there were YES, MR. OGG?“I ‘as got one question ...”YES, MR. OGG?Jason ran his tongue over his lips.“If I were to ... take the blindfold off, what’d I see?”There. It was done now.There was a clicking sound on the flagstones, and

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Brutha could see the shackles attached to each iron leg. A man, or a woman, could with great discomfort lie spread-eagled on the back of the turtle and be chained firmly at the wrists and ankles.
He bent down. Yes, there was the firebox underneath. Some aspects of Quisition thinking never changed.
That much iron would take ages to heat up to the point of pain. Much time, therefore, to reflect on things . . .
"What do you think?" said Vorbis.
A vision of the Cut-Me-Own-Hand-Off Dhblah beamed over the top of his lukewarm ice-cold sherbet stand.
"Heard it on the grapevine," he said. "Here, have a slab of Klatchian Delight. Free. Onna stick."
The Place was more crowded than usual. Even Dhblah's hot future flashed across Brutha's mind."Ingenious," he said."And it will be a salutary lesson for all others tempted to stray from the path of true knowledge," said Vorbis."When do you intend to, uh, demonstrate it?""I am sure an occasion will present itself," said Vorbis.When Brutha straightened up, Vorbis was staring at him so intently that it was as if he was reading Brutha's thoughts off the back of his head."And now, please leave," said Vorbis. "Rest as much as you can . . . my son." Brutha walked slowly across the Place, deep in unaccustomed thought."Afternoon, Your Reverence.""You know already?"

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There's fruit," he said. "What're these berries?" "Grapes," said Om. "Raw material for wine."
"You mentioned that word before. What does it mean?"
There was a cry from outside.
"Brutha! "
"That's Vorbis. I'll have to go."
Vorbis was standing in the middle of his cell.
"Have you eaten anything?" he demanded.
"No, lord."
"Fruit and meat, Brutha. And this is a fast day. They seek to insult us!"
"Um. Perhaps they don't know that it is a fast day?" Brutha hazarded.
"Ignorance is itself a sin," said Vorbis.
"Ossory VII,.
Vorbis turned away.
"Shall I remind the others?" Brutha said.
"No. Our ordained brothers will not, of course, require reminding. As for soldiers . . . a little licence, perhaps, is allowable this far from home . . ." verse 4," said Brutha automatically.Vorbis smiled and patted Brutha's shoulder."You are a walking book, Brutha. The Septateuch perambulatus. "Brutha looked down at his sandals.He's right, he thought. And I had forgotten. Or at least, not wanted to remember.And then he heard his own thoughts echoed back to him: it's fruit and meat and bread, that's all. That's all it is. Fast days and feast days and Prophets' Days and bread days . . . who cares? A God whose only concern about food now is that it's low enough to reach?I wish he wouldn't keep patting my shoulder
Brutha wandered back to his cell.

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blinked muzzily. This was nearly as bad as eagles. It was nearly as bad as the cellar . . . no, perhaps nothing was as bad as the cellar . . .
He caught a in hopelessness, saying, "Lord, Lord, why must my son be taken to join your Divine Legion? Who now will tend the farm? Could you not take some other boy?"
"Don't worry about it," squeaked Om.
A sandal caught him under his tail and flicked him several yards across the square. No one was looking down. It was generally believed that staring fixedly at the golden horns on the temple roof while uttering the prayer gave it added potency. Where the presence of the tortoise was dimly registered few words before another passing foot kicked him away."The drought has been on our village for three years . . . a little rain, oh Lord?"Rotating on the top of his shell, vaguely wondering if the right answer might stop people kicking him, the Great God muttered, "No problem."Another foot bounced him, unseen by any of the pious, between the forest of legs. The world was a blur.He caught an ancient voice, steeped

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Rincewind crept closer to the Thing. This particular one had chicken legs, but most of the rest of it was mercifully hidden in what looked like folded wings.
It was, he thought, time for a few last words. What he said now was likely to be very important. Perhaps they would be words that would be remembered, and handed down, and maybe even carved deeply in slabs of granite.
Words without too many curly letters in, therefore.gave a shrill buzz, spun wildly with its wings creaking open, lunged vaguely at Rincewind with its vulture head and got another sockful of sand on the upswing.
Rincewind looked around desperately as the Thing staggered back, and saw Coin still standing where he had left him. To his horror he saw the boy begin to walk towards him, hands raised instinctively to fire the magic which, here, would doom both of them.
'Run away, you idiot!' he screamed, as the Thing began to gather
'I really wish I wasn't here,' he muttered.
He hefted the sock, whirled it once or twice, and smashed the Thing on what he hoped was its kneecap.
It gave a shrill buzz, spun wildly with its wings creaking open, lunged vaguely at Rincewind with its vulture head and got another sockful of sand on the upswing.