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You didnt listen, said Granny. Theres all sorts of things to godmotherin. She might be quite good at ruling. She might be bad at it. But shes got to find out for herself. With no interference from anyone.
What if I say no?
Then I expect well just have to go on godmotherin, said Granny.
Do you know how long I worked to win? said Mrs Gogol, haughtily. Do you know what I lost?
And now youve won, and theres the end of it, said Granny.
Are you looking to challenge me. Mistress Weatherwax?
Granny hesitated, and then straightened her shoulders. Her arms moved away from her sides, almost imperceptibly. Nanny and Magrat moved away slightly.
If thats what you want.
My voodoo against your . . . headology?
If you like.
And whats the stake?
No more magic in the affairs of Genua, said Granny. No more stories. No more godmothers. Just people, deciding for themselves. For good or bad. Right or wrong.
Okay.
And you leave Lily Weatherwax to me.
Mrs Gogols intake of breath was heard around the hall.
Never!
Hmm? said Granny. You dont think youre going to lose, do you?
I dont want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax, said Mrs Gogol.
Thats good, said Granny. I dont want you to hurt me either.
I dont want there to be any fighting, said Ella.
They all looked at her.
Shes the ruler now, aint she? said Granny. Weve got to listen to what she says.
Ill keep out of the city, said Mrs Gogol, ignoring her, but Lilith is mine.
No.
Mrs Gogol reached into her bag, and flourished the raggedy doll. See this?
Yes. I do, said Granny.
It was going to be her. Dont let it be you.
Sorry, Mrs Gogol, said Granny firmly, but I see my duty plain.
Youre a clever woman, Mistress Weatherwax. But youre a long way from home.
Granny shrugged. Mrs Gogol held up the doll by its waist. It had sapphire blue eyes.
You know about magic with mirrors? This is my kind of mirror, Mistress Weatherwax. I can make it be you. And then I can make it suffer. Dont make me do that. Please.
Please yourself, Mrs Gogol. But Ill deal with Lily.
I should box a bit clever if I was you, Esme, muttered Nanny Ogg. Shes good at this sort of thing.
I think she could be very ruthless, said Magrat.
Ive got nothing but the greatest respect for Mrs Gogol, said Granny. A fine woman. But talks a bit too much. If I was her, Id have had a couple of big nails right through that thing by now.
You would, too, said Nanny. Its a good thing youre good, aint it.
Right, said Granny, raising her voice again. Im going to find my sister, Mrs Gogol. This is family.
She walked steadfastly towards the stairs.
Magrat took out the wand.
If she does anything bad to Granny, shes going to go through the rest of her life bright orange and round, with seeds in, she said.
I dont think Esme would like it if you did something like that, said Nanny. Dont worry. She doesnt believe all that stuff about pins and dolls.
She doesnt believe anything. But that doesnt matter! said Magrat. Mrs Gogol does! Its her power! Its what she thinks that matters.
Dont you reckon Esme knows that too?
Granny Weatherwax reached the foot of the stairs.
Mistress Weatherwax!
Granny turned.
Mrs Gogol had a long sliver of wood in her hand. Shaking her head desperately, she jabbed it into the dolls foot.
Everyone saw Esme Weatherwax wince.
Another sliver was thrust into a raggedy arm.
Slowly, Granny raised her other hand and shuddered when she touched her sleeve. Then, limping slightly, she continued to climb the stairs.
I can do the heart next. Mistress Weatherwax! shouted Mrs Gogol.
Im sure you can. Youre good at it. You know youre good at it, said Granny, without looking around.
Mrs Gogol stuck another sliver into a leg. Granny sagged, and clutched at the banister. Beside her, one of the big torches flamed.
Next time! said Mrs Gogol. Right? Next time. I can do it!
Granny turned around.
She looked at the hundreds of upturned faces.
When she spoke, her voice was so quiet that they had to strain to hear.
I know you can too, Mrs Gogol. You really believe. Just remind me again- were playin for Lily, right? And for the city?
What does that matter now? said Mrs Gogol. Aint you going to give in?
Granny Weatherwax thrust a little finger into her ear and wiggled it thoughtfully.
No, she said. No, I dont reckon thats what I do now. Are you watchin, Mrs Gogol? Are you watchin real close?
Her gaze travelled the room and rested for just a fraction of a second on Magrat.
Then she reached over, carefully, and thrust her arm up to the elbow into the burning torch.
And the doll in Erzulie Gogols hands burst into flame.
It went on blazing even after the witch had screamed and dropped it on to the floor. It went on burning until Nanny Ogg ambled over with a jug of fruit juice from the buffet, whistling between her teeth, and put it out.
Granny withdrew her hand. It was unscathed.
Thats headology, she said. Its the only thing that matters. Everything else is just messin about. Hope I didnt hurt you, Mrs Gogol.
She went on up the stairs.
Mrs Gogol kept on staring at the damp ashes. Nanny Ogg patted her companionably on the shoulder.
How did she do that? said Mrs Gogol.
She didnt. She let you do it, said Nanny. You got to watch yourself around Esme Weatherwax. Id like to see one of them Zen buggers come up against her one day.
And shes the good one? said Baron Saturday.
Yeah, said Nanny. Funny how things work out, really.
She looked thoughtfully at the empty fruit juice jug in her hand.
What this needs, she said, in the manner of one reaching a conclusion after much careful consideration, is some bananas and rum and stuff in it -
Magrat grabbed her dress as Nanny strode determinedly dakrywards.
Not now, she said. Wed better get after Granny! She might need us!
Shouldnt think so for one minute, said Nanny. I wouldnt like to be in Lilys shoes when Esme catches up with her.
But Ive never seen Granny so agitated, said Magrat. Anything could happen.
Good job if it does, said Nanny. She nodded meaningfully at a flunkey who, being quick on the uptake, leapt to attention.
But she might do something - dreadful.
Good. Shes always wanted to, said Nanny. Another banana dakry, mahatma coat, chopchop.
No. It wouldnt be a good idea, Magrat persisted.
Oh, all right, said Nanny. She handed the empty jug to Baron Saturday, who took it in a kind of hypnotic daze.
Were just going to sort things out, she said. Sorry about this. On with the motley . . . if anyones got any left.
When the witches had gone Mrs Gogol reached down and picked up the damp remains of the doll.
One or two people coughed.
Is that it? said the Baron. After twelve years?
The Prince is dead, said Mrs Gogol. Such as he was.
But you promised that I would be revenged on her, the Baron said.
I think there will be revenge, said Mrs Gogol. She tossed the doll on to the floor. Lilith has been fighting me for twelve years and she never got through. This one didnt even have to sweat. So I think there will be revenge.
You dont have to keep your word!
I do. Ive got to keep something. Mrs Gogol put her arm around Ellas shoulder.
This is it, girl, she said. Your palace. Your city. There isnt a perso
n here who will deny it.
She glared at the guests. One or two of them stepped backwards.
Ella looked up at Saturday.
I feel I should know you, she said. She turned to Mrs Gogol. And you, she added. Ive seen you both . . . before. A long time ago?
Baron Saturday opened his mouth to speak. Mrs Gogol held up her hand.
We promised, she said. No interference.
Not from us?
Not even from us. She turned back to Ella. Were just people.
You mean . . . said Ella, Ive slaved in a kitchen for years . . . and now . . . Im supposed to rule the city? Just like that?
Thats how it goes.
Ella looked down, deep in thought.
And anything I say people have to do? she said innocently.
There were a few nervous coughs from the crowd.
Yes, said Mrs Gogol.
Ella stood looking down at the floor, idly biting a thumbnail. Then she looked up.
Then the first thing thats going to happen is the end of the ball. Right now! Im going to find the carnival. Ive always wanted to dance in the carnival. She looked around at the worried faces. Its not compulsory for anyone else to come, she added.
The nobles of Genua had enough experience to know what it means when a ruler says something is not compulsory.
Within minutes the hall was empty, except for three figures.
But . . . but . . . I wanted revenge, said the Baron. I wanted death. I wanted our daughter in power.
TWO OUT OF THREE ISNT BAD.
Mrs Gogol and the Baron turned around. Death put down his drink and stepped forward. Baron Saturday straightened up. I am ready to go with you, he said.
Death shrugged. Ready or not, he seemed to indicate, was all the same to him.
But I held you off, the Baron added. For twelve years!" He put his arm around Erzulies shoulders. When they killed me and threw me in the river, we stole life from you!
YOU STOPPED LIVING. YOU NEVER DIED. I DID NOT COME FOR YOU THEN.
You didnt?
I HAD AN APPOINTMENT WITH YOU TONIGHT.
The Baron handed his cane to Mrs Gogol. He removed the tall black hat. He shrugged off the coat.
Power crackled in its folds.
No more Baron Saturday, he said.
PERHAPS. ITS A NICE HAT.
The Baron turned to Erzulie.
I think I have to go.
Yes.
What will you do?
The voodoo woman looked down at the hat in her hands.
I will go back to the swamp, she said.
You could stay here. I dont trust that foreign witch.
I do. So I will go back to the swamp. Because some stories have to end. Whatever Ella becomes, shell have to make it herself.
It was a short walk to the brown, heavy waters of the river.
The Baron paused at the edge.
Will she live happily ever after? he said.
NOT FOREVER. BUT PERHAPS FOR LONG ENOUGH.
And so stories end.
The wicked witch is defeated, the ragged princess comes into her own, the kingdom is restored. Happy days are here again. Happy ever after. Which means that life stops here.
Stories want to end. They dont care what happens next. . .
Nanny Ogg panted along a corridor.
Never seen Esme like that before, she said. Shes in a very funny mood. She could be a danger to herself.
Shes a danger to everyone else, said Magrat. She -
The snake women stepped out into the passageway ahead of them.
Look at it like this, said Nanny, under her breath, what can they do to us?
I cant stand snakes, said Magrat quietly.
Theyve got those teeth, of course, said Nanny, as if conducting a seminar. More like fangs, really. Come on, girl. Lets see if we can find another way.
I hate them.
Nanny tugged at Magrat, who did not move.
Come on!
I really hate them.
Youll be able to hate them even better from a long way off !
The sisters were nearly on them. They didnt walk, they glided. Perhaps Lily wasnt concentrating now, because they were more snake-like than ever. Nanny thought she could see scale patterns under the skin. The jawline was all wrong.