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flowed outward from the two of them.
Ponder Stibbons held his breath.
“This is a lovely “She’s a queen. That’s pretty high,” said Nanny Ogg.
“Almost as high as witches.”
“Yes . . . well . . . but you ain’t got to give yourself airs,” said Granny Weatherwax. “We’re advantaged, yes, but we act with modesty and we don’t Put Ourselves Forward. No one could say I haven’t been decently party,” said the Bursar to a chair, “I wish I was here.”The Librarian picked up a large bottle from the table. He tapped Carter on the shoulder. Then he poured him a large drink and patted him on the head.Ponder relaxed and turned back to what he was doing. He’d tied a knife to a bit of string and was gloomily watch-ing it spin round and round . . .On his way home that night Weaver was picked up by a mysterious assailant and dropped into the Lancre. No one ever found out why. Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, especially simian ones. They’re not all that subtle.Others went home that night.“She’ll be getting ideas above her station in life,” said Granny Weatherwax, as the two witches strolled through the scented air.