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Sybil is very specific. She is deeding all the property to you as her husband. She has a somewhat. . . old-fashioned approach.' He pushed a folded paper across the table. Vimes took it, unfolded it, and stared.
'Should you stared at the shiny bottle of Bearhugger's Very Fine Whiskey. He wasn't sure how it had got there. Somehow he'd never got around to throwing it out.
Start that again and you won't even see retirement. Stick to cigars.
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hated her and hated her and now she’s dead!”
“Yes, dear. Now go and tell Nanny about the log pile.”
Magrat opened her mouth to frame the words “I happen to be very nearly queen” but decided not to. Instead she gra-ciously went outside and looked at the log pile.
“It’s quite high,” she said, coming back and blowing her nose. “Looks like it’s just been stacked.”
And she wound up the clock yesterday,” said Nanny.
“And the tea caddy’s half full, I just looked.”
“Well?”
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“Come on!”
Magrat picked up the card. The writing was familiar. She’d seen it several She wasn’t sure,” said Nanny. “Hmm.”She opened the envelope addressed to her. It was larger and flatter than the one holding the will, and contained a single piece of card.Nanny read it, and let it drop on to the table.“Come on,” she said. “We ain’t got much time!”“What’s the matter?”“And bring the sugar bowl!”Nanny wrenched open the door and hurried toward her

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elves started to laugh.“So much for him,” it said. “How stupid . . . Lady? Will you listen to your warrior?”He gripped Shawn’s broken arm, and twisted.Shawn tried not to scream. Purple lights flashed in front of his eyes. He wondered what would happen if he passed out.224LOR06 ftffO ift0/£6He wished his mum was here.“Lady,” said the elf, “if you—““All right,” said Magrat’s voice, from somewhere in the darkness. “I’m going to come out. You must promise not to hurt me.”“Oh, indeed I do, lady.”“And you’ll let Shawn go.”looked hopefully along the corridor.
Magrat smiled brightly at the elf beside him. “This is for you,” she said, handing over the box. The elf took it auto-matically. “But you mustn’t open it. And remember you promised not to hurt me.”
The elves closed in behind Magrat. One of them raised a hand, with a stone knife in it.
“Lady?” said the elf holding the box, which was rocking gently in its hands.
“Yes?” said Magrat, meekly.
“I lied to you.”
The knife plunged toward her back.
And shattered.
The elf looked at Magrat’s innocent expression, and opened the box.
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up the larder every day I’d come up here with a blanket like a shot. Who’s got that jug?”
Jason took a pull out of nervousness, and found that he felt better as the alcohol dissolved his synapses.
But he made an effort.
“Hey, lads,” he slurred, “’ve got ‘nother jug coolin’ in the water trough down in the forge, what d’you say? We could all go down there now. Lads? Lads?”
There was the end of the big table and Magrat dined at the other.
But they managed to meet up for a last glass of wine in front of the fire.
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you forget it.”
Magrat arrived at as near to a run as was possible in the queen outfit, which ought to have had castors.
She found a circle of several hundred people and, near the edge, a very pensive Nanny Ogg.
“What’s happening, Nanny?”
Nanny turned.
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“Oops, sorry. Didn’t hear no fanfare,” she said. “I’d curtsy, only it’s my legs.”
Magrat looked past her at the two seated figures in the circle.
“What’re they doing?”
“Staring contest.”
“But they’re looking at the sky.”
“Bugger that Diamanda girl! She’s got Esme trying to outstare the sun,” said Nanny Ogg. “No looking away, no blinking, she’d kick me round the kingdom. Anyway, the others’d spot it.”
“Perhaps we could create a small cloud or something?” said Magrat.
“No! That’s cheating!”...”“How long have they been doing it?”“About an hour,” said Nanny gloomily.“That’s terrible!”“It’s bloody stupid is what it is,” said Nanny. “Can’t think what’s got into Esme. As if power’s all there is to witching! She knows that. Witching’s not power, it’s how you harness it.”There was a pale gold haze over the circle, from magical fallout.“They’ll have to stop at sunset,” said Magrat.“Esme won’t last until sunset,” said Nanny. “Look at her.All slumped up.”“I suppose you couldn’t use some magic to—“ Magrat began.“Talk sense,” said Nanny. “If Esme found out
“Well, you always cheat.”

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percent? How about it? After expenses, of course-”
The Great God Om smiled.
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"Tell you the truth," said Dhblah, "I've already drawn a few designs just now . . ."
Om vanished. There was a brief thunderclap. Dhblah looked reflectively at his sketches.
". . . but I suppose I'll have to take the little figure off them," he said, more or less to himself.
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The shade of Vorbis looked around.

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could see. There was no sense that anyone was looking out through them. Brutha was certain that if he walked away, Vorbis would sit on the cracked flagstones until he very gently fell over. Vorbis' body was present, but the whereabouts of his mind was probably not locatable on any normal atlas.
It was just that, here and now and suddenly, Brutha felt so alone that even Vorbis was good company.
"Why do you "That could use some work, as a parable," said Om sourly.
"This is real life I'm talking about!"
"It's not my fault if people misuse the-”
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