said.
âTheyâve got a bonfire, too,â said Magrat.
Granny sniffed again.
âTheyâre roasting garlic ?â she said.
âI know. I canât imagine why. Theyâre ripping all the shutters off the windows and burning them in the square and dancing around the fire.â
Granny Weatherwax gave Nanny Ogg a vicious jab with her elbow.
âWake up, you.â
âWstph?â
âI didnât get a wink of sleep all night,â said Granny reproachfully, âwhat with her snoring.â
Nanny Ogg raised the covers cautiously.
âItâs far too early in the morning for it to be early in the morning,â she said.
âCome on,â said Granny. âWe needs your skill with languages.â
The owner of the inn flapped his arms up and down and ran around in circles. Then he pointed at the castle that towered over the forest. Then he sucked vigorously at his wrist. Then he fell over on his back. And then he looked expectantly at Nanny Ogg, while behind him the bonfire of garlic and wooden stakes and heavy window shutters burned merrily.
âNo,â said Nanny, after a while. âStill non conprendy, mine hair.â
The man got up, and brushed some dust off his leather breeches.
âI think heâs saying that someoneâs dead,â said Magrat. âSomeone in the castle.â
âWell, I must say, everyone seems very cheerful about it,â said Granny Weatherwax severely.
In the sunlight of the new day the village looked far more cheerful. Everyone kept nodding happily at the witches.
âThatâs because it was probably the landlord,â said Nanny Ogg. âBit of a bloodsucker, I think heâs sayinâ.â
âAh. Thatâd be it, then.â Granny rubbed her hands together and looked approvingly at the breakfast table, which had been dragged out into the sunshine. âAnyway, the food has certainly improved. Pass the bread, Magrat.â
âEveryone keeps smiling and waving at us,â said Magrat. âAnd look at all this food!â
âThatâs only to be expected,â said Granny, with her mouth full. âTheyâve only had us here one night and already theyâre learninâ itâs lucky to be kind to witches. Now help me get the lid off this honey.â
Under the table, Greebo sat and washed himself. Occasionally he burped.
Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat.
Dear Jason and all at No. 21, No. 34, No. 15, No. 87 and No. 61 but not at No. 18 until she gives back the bowl she definitly borrowed whatever she says,
Well here we are, cor what a lark so far, dont arsk ME about pumkins, still, no harm done. Im drawin a picture of where we stayed larst night I have put an X on our room where our room is. The weatherâ
âWhat are you doing, Gytha? Weâre ready to leave.â
Nanny Ogg looked up, her face still creased with the effort of composition.
âI thought it would be nice to send something to our Jason. You know, to stop him worryinâ. So I done a drawing of this place on a piece of card and Mine Hair here will give it to someone going our way. You never know, it might get there.â
âcontinues Fine.
Nanny Ogg sucked the end of her pencil. Not for the first time in the history of the universe, someone for whom communication normally came as effortlessly as a dream was stuck for inspiration when faced with a few lines on the back of a card.
Well that about wraps it up for now, will tight wright again soone MUM. P.S. the Cat is looking very Peeky I think he misses his Home.
âWill you come on , Gytha? Magratâs getting my broom started for me.â
P.P.S. Granny sends her Love.
Nanny Ogg sat back, content in the knowledge of a job well done. 12
Magrat reached the end of the town square and stopped to rest.
Quite an audience had gathered to see a woman with legs. They were very
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