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lighten up all right,” said Granny.
“Well, anyway, I don’t have to bother with this sort of thing,” said Magrat. “Whatever it is. It’s your business. I just shan’t have time, I’m sure.”
“I’m sure you can please yourself, your going-to-be-majesty,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“Hah!” said Magrat. “I can! You can jol—you can damn well find another witch for Lancre! All right? Another soppy girl to do all the dreary work and never be told anything and be talked over the head of the whole time. I’ve got better things to do!”
“Better things than being a witch?” said Granny
Magrat handle.
“Oh, no,” she said, “you don’t. Queens ride around in golden coaches and whatnot. Each to their own. Brooms is for witches.”
“Now come on, you two,” began Nanny Ogg, one of
nature’s mediators. “Anyway, someone can be a queen and awalked into it.‘ “Yes!” “Oh, dear,” murmured Nanny“Oh. Well, then I expect you’ll be wanting to be off,”25Terry Pratehettsaid Granny, her voice like knives. “Back to your palace, I’ll be bound.”“Yes!”Magrat picked up her broomstick.Granny’s arm shot out very fast and grabbed the
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