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“Um, no. Um. ” Perdita had never heard Nanny sing, but news gets around.
“I like your black lace hanky,” said Nanny, not a bit abashed. “Very good for not showing the bogies. ”
Perdita stared at the circle as though hypnotized. “Um. Shall we start, then?”
“Right. ”
Nanny Ogg scurried back to the bench and elbowed Granny in the ribs.
“Wake up!”
Granny opened an eye.
“I werent asleep, I was just resting me eyes. ”
“All youve got to do is stare her down!”
“At least she knows about the importance of the stare, then. Hah! Who does she think she is? Ive been staring at people all my life!”
“Yes, thats whats bothering me - aaahh . . . whos Nonas little boy, then?”
The rest of the Ogg clan had arrived.
Granny Weatherwax personally disliked young Pewsey. She disliked all small children, which is why she got on with them so well. In Pewseys case, she felt that no one should be allowed to wander around in just a vest even if they were four years old. And the child had a permanently runny nose and ought to be provided with a handkerchief or, failing that, a cork.
Nanny Ogg, on the other hand, was instant putty in the hands of any grandchild, even one as sticky as Pewsey
“Want sweetie,” growled Pewsey, in that curiously deep voice some young children have.
“Just in a moment, my duck, Im talking to the lady,” Nanny Ogg fluted.
“Want sweetie now. ”
“Bugger off, my precious, Nanas busy right this minute. ”
Pewsey pulled hard on Nanny Oggs skirts.
“Now sweetie now!”
Granny Weatherwax leaned down until her impressive nose was about level with Pewseys gushing one.
“If you dont go away,” she said gravely, “I will personally rip your head off and fill it with snakes. ”
“There!” said Nanny Ogg. “Theres lots of poor children in Klatch thatd be grateful for a curse like that. ”
Pewseys little face, after a second or two of uncertainty, split into a pumpkin grin.
“Funny lady,” he said.
“Tell you what,” said Nanny, patting Pewsey on the head and then absentmindedly wiping her hand on her dress, “you see them young ladies on the other side of the square? Theyve got lots of sweeties. ”
Pewsey waddled off.
“Thats germ warfare, that is,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“Come on,” said Nanny. “Our Jasons put a couple of chairs in the circle. You sure youre all right?”
“Ill do. ”
Perdita Nitt traipsed across the road again.
“Er . . . Mrs. Ogg?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Er. Diamanda says you dont understand, she says they wont be trying to outstare one another . . . ”
Magrat was bored. Shed never been bored when she was a witch. Permanently bewildered and overworked yes, but not bored.
She kept telling herself itd probably be better when she really was queen, although she couldnt quite see how.
In the meantime she wandered aimlessly through the castles many rooms, the swishing of her dress almost unheard above the background roar of the turbines of tedium:
-humdrumhumdrumhumdrum-
Shed spent the whole morning trying to learn to do tapestry, because Millie assured her thats what queens did, and the sampler with its message “Gods bless this House” was even now lying forlornly on her chair.
In the Long Gallery were huge tapestries of ancient battles, done by previous bored regal incumbents; it was amazing how all the fighters had been persuaded to stay still long enough. And shed looked at the many, many paintings of the queens themselves, all of them pretty, all of them well-dressed according to the fashion of their times, and all of them bored out of their tiny well-shaped skulls.
Finally she went back to the solar. This was the big room on top of the main tower. In theory, it was there to catch the sun. It did. It also caught the wind and the rain. It was a sort of drift net for anything the sky happened to throw.
She yanked on the bellpull that in theory summoned a servant. Nothing happened. After a couple of further pulls, and secretly glad of the exercise, she went down to the kitchen. She would have liked to spend more time there. It was always warm and there was generally someone to talk to. But nobblyess obligay - queens had to live Above Stairs.
Below Stairs there was only Shawn Ogg, who was cleaning the oven of the huge iron stove and reflecting that this was no job for a military man.
“Wheres everyone gone?”
Shawn leapt up, banging his head on the stove. “Ow! Sorry, miss! Um! Everyones . . . everyones down in the square, miss. Im only here because Mrs. Scorbic said shed have my hide if I didnt get all the yuk off. ”
“Whats happening in the square, then?”
“They say theres a couple of witches having a real set-to, miss. ”
“What? Not your mother and Granny Weatherwax!”
“Oh no, miss. Some new witch. ”
“In Lancre? A new witch?”
“I think thats what Mum said. ”
“Im going to have a look. ”
“Oh, I dont think thatd be a good idea, miss,” said Shawn.
Magrat drew herself up regally.
“We happen to be Queen,” she said. “Nearly. So you dont tell one one cant do things, or onell have you cleaning the privies!”
“But I does clean the privies,” said Shawn, in a reasonable voice. “Even the garderobe-”
“And thats going to go, for a start,” said Magrat, shuddering. “Ones seen it. ”
“Doesnt bother me, miss, itll give me Wednesday afternoons free,” said Shawn, “but what I meant was, youll have to wait till Ive gone down to the armoury to fetch my horn for the fanfare. ”
“One wont need a fanfare, thank you very much. ”
“But you got to have a fanfare, miss. ”
“One can blow my own trumpet, thank you. ”
“Yes, miss. ”
“Miss what?”
“Miss Queen. ”
“And dont 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.
“Whats happening, Nanny?”
Nanny turned.
“Oops, sorry. Didnt hear no fanfare,” she said. “Id curtsy, only its my legs. ”
Magrat looked past her at the two seated figures in the circle.
“Whatre they doing?”
“Staring contest. ”
“But theyre looking at the sky. ”
“Bugger that Diamanda girl! Shes got Esme trying to outstare the sun,” said Nanny Ogg. “No looking away, no blinking. . . ”
“How long have they been doing it?”
“About an hour,” said Nanny gloomily.
“Thats terrible!”
“Its bloody stupid is what it is,” said Nanny. “Cant think whats got into Esme. As if powers all there is to witching! She knows that. Witchings not power, its how you harness it. ”
There was a pale gold haze over the circle, from magical fallout.
“Theyll have to stop at sunset,” said Magrat.
“Esme wont last until sunset,” said Nanny. “Look at her. All slumped up. ”
“I suppose you couldnt use some magic to-” Magrat began.
“Talk sense,” said Nanny. “If Esme found out, shed kick me round the kingdom. Anyway, the othersd spot it. ”
“Perhaps we could create a small cloud or something?” said Magrat.
“No! Thats cheating!”
“Well, you always cheat. ”
“I cheat for myself. You cant cheat for other people. ”
Granny Weatherwax slumped again.
“I could have it s
topped,” said Magrat.
“Youd make an enemy for life. ”
“I thought Granny was my enemy for life. ”
“If you think that, my girl, youve got no understanding,” said Nanny. “One day youll find out Esme Weatherwax is the best friend you ever had. ”
“But weve got to do something! Cant you think of anything?”
Nanny Ogg looked thoughtfully at the circle. Occasionally a little wisp of smoke curled up from her pipe.
The magical duel was subsequently recorded in Birdwhistles book Legendes and Antiquities of the Ramptops and went as follows:
"The duel beinge ninety minutes advanced, a small boy child upon a sudden ran across the square and stept within the magic circle, whereup he fell down with a terrible scream also a flash. The olde witche looked around, got out of her chair, picked him up, and carried him to his grandmother, then went back to her seat, whilom the young witch never averted her eyes from the Sunne. But the other young witches stopped the duel averring, Look, Diamanda has wonne, the reason being, Weatherwax looked away. Whereupon the childs grandmother said in a loude voice, Oh yes? Pulle the other onne, it have got bells on. This is not a contest about power, you stupid girls, it is a contest about witchcraft, do you not even begin to know what being a witch IS?
"Is a witch someone who would look round when she heard a child scream?
“And the townspeople said, Yess!”
“That was wonderful,” said Mrs. Quamey, the storekeepers wife. “The whole town cheered. A true miffic quality. ”
They were in the taverns back room. Granny Weatherwax was lying on a bench with a damp towel over her face.
“Yes, it was, wasnt it?” said Magrat.
“That girl was left without a leg to stand-on, everyone says. ”
“Yes,” said Magrat.
“Strutted off with her nose in a sling, as they say. ”
“Yes,” said Magrat.
“Is the little boy all right?”
They all looked at Pewsey, who was sitting in a suspicious puddle on the floor in the comer with a bag of sweets and a sticky ring around his mouth.
“Right as rain,” said Nanny Ogg. “Nothing worsen a bit of sunburn. He screams his head off at the least little thing, bless him,” she said proudly, as if this was some kind of rare talent.
“Gytha?” said Granny, from under the towel.
“Yes?”
“You knows I dont normally touch strong licker, but Ive heard you mention the use of brandy for medicinal purposes. ”
“Coming right up. ”
Granny raised her towel and focused one eye on Magrat.
“Good afternoon, your pre-majesty,” she said. “Come to be gracious at me, have you?”
“Well done,” said Magrat, coldly. “Can one have a word with you, Na-Mrs. Ogg? Outside?”
Right you are, your queen," said Nanny.
In the alley outside Magrat spun around with her mouth open.
“You-”
Nanny held up her hand.
“I know what youre going to say,” she said. “But there wasnt any danger to the little mite. ”
“But you-”
“Me?” said Nanny. “I hardly did anything. They didnt know he was going to run into the circle, did they? They both /reacted just like they normally would, didnt they? Fairs fair. ”