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Casanunda put his head on one side. You don’t move around among a different species for most of your life with-out learning to read a lot of their body language, especially since it’s in such large print.
“You won’t entirely be sorry, eh?” he said.
“Me? I don’t as a wink, her.”
More doubts were entering Magrat’s life. They concerned crossbows, for one thing. A crossbow is a very useful and usable weapon designed for speed and convenience and deadliness in the hands of the inexperienced, like a faster version of an out-of-code TV dinner. But it is designed to be used once, by someone who has somewhere safe to duck while they reload. Otherwise it is just so much metal and wood with a piece of string on it.want ‘em back! They’re untrustworthy and cruel and arrogant parasites and we don’t need ‘em one bit.”“Bet you half a dollar?”Nanny was suddenly flustered.“Don’t you look at me like that! Esme’s right. Of course she’s right. We don’t want elves anymore. Stands to reason.”“Esme’s the short one, is she?”“Hah, no, Esme’s the tall one with the nose. You know her.”“Right, yes.”“The short one is Magrat. She’s a kind-hearted soul and a bit soft. Wears flowers in her hair and believes in songs, I reckon she’d be off dancing with the elves quick

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the side of the waiting elfs neck. It reeled away Magrat bolted for the nearest doorway, weeping in panic, and wrenched at the handle. It swung open. She darted through, slammed the door, flailed in the dark for the bars, felt them clonk home, and collapsed on to her knees.
Something hit the door outside.
After a while Magrat opened her eyes, and then won-
dered if she really had that got used recently. Most people in Lancre still used tinderboxes. Only the king could afford matches all the way from Ankh-Morpork. Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg got them too, but they didn’t buy them. They got given them. It was easy to get given things, if you were a witch.
Magrat lit the stub of candle, and turned to see what kind of room she’d scuttled into.opened her eyes, because the dark-ness was no less dark. There was a feeling of space in frontl “He’s just an old soppy really”—from the Nanny Ogg Book of Cat Sayings. 216LORQ6 ft/VQ iftOf£Sof her. There were all sorts of things in the castle, old hidden rooms, anything . . . there could be a pit there, there could be anything. She fumbled for the doorframe, guided herself upright, and then groped cautiously in the general direction of the wall.There was a shelf. This was a candle. And this was a bundle of matches.So, she insisted above her own heartbeat, this was a room

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He’s got out of the river,” said Ponder. But the troll wasn’t moving very fast, because the Librarian was noncha-lantly levering one of the big stones out of the parapet.
“On this very bridge I asked—“
“That’s a big club he’s got,” said Casanunda.
“This bridge, I may say, was where I nearly—“
“Could you stop holding that rock in such a provocative way?” said Ponder.
“Oook.”
“It’d be a help.”
“The actual bridge, if anyone’s interested, is where my
whole life took a diff—“
“Why don’t we “Well, you know what they say. You can’t cross the same river twice, Archchancellor,” he said.
Ridcully stared at him.
“Why not? This is a bridge.”
On the roof of the coach the Librarian picked up the coacjust go on?” said Ponder. “He’s got a steep climb.”“Good thing for him he hasn’t got up here, eh?” said Casanunda. Ponder swiveled the Librarian around and pushed him toward the coach.“This is the bridge, in fact, where—“Ridcully turned around.“Are you coming or not?” said Casanunda, with the reins in his hand.“I was actually having a quality moment of misty nostalgicTerry Pratchettremembrance,” said Ridcully. “Not that any of you buggers noticed, of course.”Ponder held the door open.h-hom, bit the end of it reflectively—well, you never knew—and then blew it so hard that it uncurled.

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air.
“I learned my craft“Look,” said Nanny Ogg hurriedly, nudging the trem-bling Perdita, “right through the lining and everything. Two dollars and curing his pig that hat cost me. That’s two dol-lars and a pig cure I shan’t see again in a hurry.”
“So you can just go away, old woman,” said Diamanda.
“But we ought to meet again,” said Granny Weatherwax.
The old witch and the young witch weighed one another up.
“Midnight?” said Diamanda. from Nanny^Gripes,” said GrannyWeatherwax, “who learned it from Goody Heggety, who got itfrom Nanna Plumb, who was taught it by Black Aliss, who—““So what you’re saying is,” said Diamanda, loading the words into the sentence like cartridges in a chamber, “that no one has actually learned anything new?”The silence that followed was broken by Nanny Ogg say-ing: “Bugger, I’ve bitten right through the brim. Right through.”“I see, said Granny Weatherwax.

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out of Copperhead Mountain, and flattened the forest for ten miles around?
Probably at the first pawn.
Gods like a jokegot free by struggling out of their chain-mail trousers.
Many worlds are iron, at the core. But the Discworld is as coreless as a pancake.
On the Disc, if you enchant a needle it will point to the Hub, where the magical field is strongest. It’s simple.
Elsewhere, on worlds designed with less imagination, the needle turns because of the love of iron.
At the time, the dwarfs and the humans had a very pressing need for the love of iron.
And now, spool time forward for thousands of years to a point fifty years or more before the ever-moving now, to a hillside and a young woman, running. Not running away from something, exactly, or precisely running toward any-thing, but running just fast enough to keep ahead of a young man although, of course, not so far ahead that as much as anyone else. 1.The dwarfs dug them up, because they were made of a kind of iron, and dwarfs, contrary to general opinion, love iron more than gold. It’s just that although there’s more iron than gold it’s harder to sing songs about. Dwarfs love iron.And that’s what the stones contained. The love of iron. A love so strong that it drew all iron things to itself. The three dwarfs who found the first of the rocks only

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fall. From the rocks. In the desert. You were with the Prophet," said Nhumrod. "You walked with the Prophet. One of my novices."it," said Nhumrod. "I was privileged to be in the Place of Lamentation when he arrived. It was just after the Sestine prayers. The Cenobiarch was just departing . . . well, you know the ceremony. And there was Vorbis. Covered in dust and leading a donkey. I'm afraid you were across the back of the donkey."
"I don't remember a donkey," said Brutha.
"-donkey. He'd picked it up at one of the farms. There was quite a crowd with him!"
Nhumrod was flushed with excitement."I remember . . . the desert . . ." said Brutha, touching his head gingerly. "But . . . the . . . Prophet . . . ?""-Prophet. People are saying you could be made a bishop, or even an Iam," said Nhumrod. "There's a precedent, you know. The Most Holy St. Bobby was made a bishop because he was in the desert with the Prophet Ossory, and he was a donkey.""But I don't . . . remember . . . any Prophet. There was just me and-”Brutha stopped. Nhumrod was beaming."Vorbis?""He most graciously told me all about

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You lazy bugger!"
The younger one sat up.
"Honest, Uncle-”
"I turn my back for half an hour and you go to sleep on the job!"
"What job? We haven't had anything since Mr. Piloxi the farmer last week-”
"How d'you know? How d'you know? While you were snoring dozens of people could've been goin' past, every one of 'em in need of a pers'nal philosophy!"
"-and he only paid in olives."
"I shall prob'ly get a good price for them olives!"
"They're rotten, Uncle."
"Nonsense! You said they were green!"
"Yes, but they're supposed to be black."
In the shadows, the tortoise's head turned back and forth like a spectator's at a tennis match.
The young man stood up.
"Mrs. "Shifted that one, eh?"
"She said she'd give it a try. She gave me a whole dried squid for it. She said I looked like I needed feeding up."
"Right? You're learning. That's lunch sorted out at any rate. See, Urn? Told you it would work if we stuck at it."
"I don't call one dried squid and a box of greasy olives much of a return, master. Not for two weeks' thinking."
"We got three obols for doing that proverb for old Grillos the cobblerBylaxis came in this morning," he said. "She said the proverb you did for her last week has stopped working."Didactylos scratched his head."Which one was that?" he said."You gave her `It's always darkest before dawn.' ""Nothing wrong with that. Damn good philosophy.""She said she didn't feel any better. Anyway, she said she'd stayed up all night because of her bad leg and it was actually quite light just before dawn, so it wasn't true. And her leg still dropped off. So I gave her part exchange on `Still, it does you good to laugh.' "Didactylos brightened up a bit.