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pointed out their responsibility as loyal subjects. He point-ed out that other people currently not here but at home hiding under the bed would, after the glorious victory, wish they’d been there too instead of under the aforesaid bed which they were hiding uh. Please?
The silence that followed was broken by Nanny Ogg, who said, “They’re probably considering it a bit, Shawn. Why don’t you take Mr. Wizard here up to his room and help him with his crossbow?”
She nodded meaningfully in the direction of the stairs.
Shawn wavered, but not for long. He’d seen the glint in his mother’s eye.under, you know, the bed he’d just mentioned. In fact it was better that there were so few here to face the enemy, because that meant that there would be a higher percentage of honor per surviving head. He used the word “glory” three times. He said that in times to come people would look back on this day, whatever the date was, and proudly show their scars, at least those who’d survived would show their scars, and be very proud and probably have drinks bought for them. He advised people to imitate the action of the Lancre Reciprocating Fox and stiffen some sinews while leaving them flexible enough so’s they could move their arms and legs, in fact, probably it’d be better to relax them a bit now and stiffen them properly when the time came. He suggested that Lancre expected everyone to do their duty. And urn. And

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then.”
“Then how will anyone know I’m a wizard?”
“I’ll be sure to tell them!”
Granny Weatherwax strands of If bunch together to pass through the Now, then certain things leak across. Tiny signals, perhaps, but audible to a receiver skilled enough.
In her head were the faint, insistent thoughts of a thou-sand Esme Weatherwaxes.
Magrat wasn’t sure what to pack. Most of her original
clothes seemed to have evaporated since she’d been in the
castle, and it was hardly good manners to take the oneswas getting rattled. She was also, despite everything that she’d said, getting lost. But the point was that you couldn’t get lost between the weir at the bot-tom of the Lancre rapids and Lancre town itself. It was uphill all the way Besides, she’d walked through the local forests all her life. They were her forests.She was pretty sure they’d passed the same tree twice.There was a bit of Ridcully’s robe hanging on it.It was like getting lost in her own garden.She was also sure she’d seen the unicorn a couple of times. It was tracking them. She’d tried to get into its mind. She might as well have tried to climb an ice wall.It wasn’t as if her own mind was tranquil. But now at least she knew she was sane.When the walls between the universes are thin, when the parallel

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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.